Ladies and Gentlemen
Jazzy Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJ's
Here we go
Chorus [Ciara] :
They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble
And I heard
He nuthin' but a pimp
He's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say
He think he slick
He's got a lot of chips
He's *sellin them drugs*
And I heard
He's been locked up
Find somebody else
He ain't nuthin' but a thug
So what, so what, so what, so what
Verse [Field Mob] :
(Hey, hey)
And they say
I'm a s***, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak
I got a different girl everyday of the week
You too smart you'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard that they say about me
They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that
But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact
But you don't be hearin' it about your lover
You let it go in one ear and out the other
Now he say, she say, they say, I heard
The beef fake, we can't let it get on our nerves
She miserable, she just want you to be
Like her, misery needs company
So don't listen to that vine of grapes, They're
Nuthin' but liars hatin', and I bet
They wouldn't mind tradin' places
With you by my side in my Mercedes
Chorus [Ciara] :
They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble
And I heard
He nuthin' but a pimp
He's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say
He think he slick
He's got a lot of chips
He's *selling them drugs*
And I heard
He's been locked up
Find somebody else
He ain't nuthin' but a thug
So what, so what, so what, so what
Verse [Field Mob] :
(Tell 'em CiCi)
Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend
Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin'
So what, that's your cousin? that don't mean nuthin'
Her like missin' is a type of affection
You get, you just blind to the facts
See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention
Yield to the blindness to apply your suspicion
But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me
Why you stress this high school mess?
Break up never, they just jealous
Drama from your mama, mean mug from your brothers
I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover
Yes, I, I been to jail
And yes, I'm grindin for real
I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp
They hate to see you doin' better than them
So
Chorus [Ciara] :
They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble
And I heard
He nuthin' but a pimp
He's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say
He think he slick
He's got a lot of chips
He's *sellin them drugs*
And I heard
He's been locked up
Find somebody else
He ain't nuthin' but a thug
So what, so what, so what, so what
Bridge [Ciara] :
Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the streets
But you're my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
This love is serious
No matter what people think
I'm gonna be here for ya
And I don't care what they say
Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the streets
But you're my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
I love the thug in ya
No matter what people think
I'm gonna be here for you
And I don't care what they say
Chorus
Jazzy Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJ's
Here we go
Chorus [Ciara] :
They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble
And I heard
He nuthin' but a pimp
He's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say
He think he slick
He's got a lot of chips
He's *sellin them drugs*
And I heard
He's been locked up
Find somebody else
He ain't nuthin' but a thug
So what, so what, so what, so what
Verse [Field Mob] :
(Hey, hey)
And they say
I'm a s***, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak
I got a different girl everyday of the week
You too smart you'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard that they say about me
They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that
But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact
But you don't be hearin' it about your lover
You let it go in one ear and out the other
Now he say, she say, they say, I heard
The beef fake, we can't let it get on our nerves
She miserable, she just want you to be
Like her, misery needs company
So don't listen to that vine of grapes, They're
Nuthin' but liars hatin', and I bet
They wouldn't mind tradin' places
With you by my side in my Mercedes
Chorus [Ciara] :
They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble
And I heard
He nuthin' but a pimp
He's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say
He think he slick
He's got a lot of chips
He's *selling them drugs*
And I heard
He's been locked up
Find somebody else
He ain't nuthin' but a thug
So what, so what, so what, so what
Verse [Field Mob] :
(Tell 'em CiCi)
Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend
Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin'
So what, that's your cousin? that don't mean nuthin'
Her like missin' is a type of affection
You get, you just blind to the facts
See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention
Yield to the blindness to apply your suspicion
But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me
Why you stress this high school mess?
Break up never, they just jealous
Drama from your mama, mean mug from your brothers
I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover
Yes, I, I been to jail
And yes, I'm grindin for real
I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp
They hate to see you doin' better than them
So
Chorus [Ciara] :
They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble
And I heard
He nuthin' but a pimp
He's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say
He think he slick
He's got a lot of chips
He's *sellin them drugs*
And I heard
He's been locked up
Find somebody else
He ain't nuthin' but a thug
So what, so what, so what, so what
Bridge [Ciara] :
Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the streets
But you're my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
This love is serious
No matter what people think
I'm gonna be here for ya
And I don't care what they say
Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the streets
But you're my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
I love the thug in ya
No matter what people think
I'm gonna be here for you
And I don't care what they say
Chorus