Tried ta git uh hold o' ya last night
Called ya from mah crib
Thinkin' ta myself somethin' ain’t right
Bitch, wuz ya alone
(Don' make me come over there, ho!)
Lettin' crackfiends come between us
All we's do iz fuss
When all I wanna do iz you, biatch
So I say
Hold up, ya know das right!
Ah'm tired o' all deez lies, and shit
Word, yo, ya know das right!
An' if ya wanna be mah woman
that’s right
Hang on, you know das right!
Ah’m tired o' yo shit, ya dig?
Hang on, you know das right!
‘Cause if ya wanna be wit me, yous gots ta
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up now (etcetera)
Remembering da way we's used ta be
Everything wuz cool
Now ya gone an' dissed me in front o' mah crew,
biznitch
Maybe we's can turn dis here love around
Give it one mo' try
You see every tyme you’re thinking about saying peace out
I gots ta say (etcetera)
Just gots sex wiff me, slap mah fro!
We gon’ git dis here crunk!
Ha, ha...
Giddy up... ya'll is mad stupid.
Dis here song iz about horses. Word, yo. Out.