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Headgames
Erick Sermon
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Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Yeah
Yeah, I got to talk, I got to tell what I feel
Erick Sermon
Uh-huh, no doubt
Shit, Def Squad, nigga
50 Cent, nigga
Why, why, nigga?
All these chicks think they so fine
Pimpin' them headgames all the time
When they talk, pay them no mind
Make 'em, make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Yeah
Let me break something down
Homegirl, she a pro, son, she's world-renowned around town
I've seen that face before, best believe
You lost a couple of pounds, changed your hair weave
And now you got that Mary J. Blige look jumping on
But you ain't famous, whatever your name is
You might have been in VIP, maybe
But you ain't even a ball player in trying to game me, huh
I've seen you hopping out that truck
Yep, you came there with them, but you left there with him
Maybe because his 6-Series had bigger rims
So you could jump it off with Cheeks and Lil' Kim (you know?)
But for real, girl, why are you fronting?
You ain't fam, you's a fan
As for me, I know, that's why I'm in the lane saying
I ain't playing, I ain't paying, so get to stepping, ho!
First, they didn't like me, now they let me hit it up
Shorty is a pro, son, she know how to get it up
You ain't got to keep it on the low, son, her headgame's crazy
So crazy, so crazy, you know?
First, they didn't like me, now they let me hit it up
Shorty is a pro, son, she know how to get it up
You ain't got to keep it on the low, son, her headgame's crazy
Crazy, you know?
I was uptown, doing what I do
Fresh to death, fresh cut, you know me, beautiful
Posted up with my nigga Funk Doctor
We blew blockas, T&A, fly bird-watchers
Then my man tapped me on the shoulder like, "Yo"
"Ayo, isn't that homegirl from that Summer Jam show?"
And you know me, I come with something fly to say
"What up, bitch?" But I mean that in a good way
She twisted up her face and didn't smile
I said, "Don't play me like a herb from the suburb, 'cause I'm from Strong Al"
Fronting in your little Benz with your little rims
Acting high-post for your little stank friends
She said, "Murray, you cute but you too hardcore"
I'm thinking, Yeah, she could probably suck a nickel through a straw
Then guess who I saw later on that night, B? (Don't tell)
And the fellatio is crazy!
First, they didn't like me, now they let me hit it up
Shorty is a pro, son, she know how to get it up
You ain't got to keep it on the low, son, her headgame's crazy
So crazy, so crazy, you know?
First, they didn't like me, now they let me hit it up
Shorty is a pro, son, she know how to get it up
You ain't got to keep it on the low, son, her headgames crazy
Crazy, you know?
All these chicks think they so fine
Pimpin' them headgames all the time
When they talk, pay them no mind
Make 'em, make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Uh-huh, yeah
The buck stops right here, so go figure
Trick? Ain't nothing changed since Golddigger
You had your chance but now it's the folk quota
You had one shot but that got blocked, ant!
Game's over, just like that, uh-huh
You was hot, girl, two years back, uh-huh
Like Big Pun said, "Go that way!"
Smiley face, have a nice day, see ya!
First, they didn't like me, now they let me hit it up
Shorty is a pro, son, she know how to get it up
You ain't got to keep it on the low, son, her headgame's crazy
So crazy, so crazy, you know?
First, they didn't like me, now they let me hit it up
Shorty is a pro, son, she know how to get it up
You ain't got to keep it on the low, son, her headgame's crazy
Crazy, you know?
Uh-huh
E. Sermon, Def Squad
Uh-huh
Bop to that
Make 'em, make 'em, make 'em clap to this