Charles Hamilton - Independent Women lyrics

Well, well, well
Guess who's backon your desktop (he ha ha)
Yeah, yeah I got a lot to
Say you better believe it (he ha ha)
First things first, uh where my women at?

How many ladies in the house? (uh)
How many ladies in the
House without a spouse? (you know)
Somethin' in your blouse got
Me feelin' so aroused
Som-Somethin' in your blouse got
Me feelin' so aroused
On that independent shit
On that independent shit
On that independent shit
On that independent shit

I'm back with another one
God I'm sick of rap made of bubble gum
I promise I can black cause it's fucking fun


I'm a casket for tragic accidents
That you can rappers
Are you all rap when I spew off facts?
"Hey ladies" I'm the rap Val Venis
If it's in the future then
Believe it I'll see it
Charles Hamilton, is he fucking Tila Tequila?
Puffing weed at the speaker because
The beat isn't weeded
Fucking with me because of the heat
That I'm stuck with speaking
Nymphomania, master-debating
Bastards hating cause I'm past graduation
Act mad, okay I give in
I succumb to the hate
So I won't have to cum in your face, straight
Give me Robin Rihanna and a
Bong of some ganja
I will probably just sit proper
Jotting my nonsense like

How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the
House without a spouse?
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the
House without a spouse?
(I'm on Interscope but I'm)
On that independent shit (yeah)
On that independent shit (yeah)
On that independent shit (I'm back)
On that independent shit

Damn, why they wanna stick
Me cause I'm handsome? Damn son
I'm feeling as if Fifty is my grandson
This whole game is tight cause I'm silent
But they step away from the
Mic when I'm rhyming
Ladies, Am I a guy with a vagina?
A chick with a stick to
Get rid of these pricks
I should've signed to After hermaph
I'm not a rapper I'm just a jackass with cash
Dag did I grow up with a dad?
Sad i only make sense on wax
But just like wax, vinyl I black
Until I'm in ya ears, I know I'm wack
Could've been a wine-o why? To try crack?
I just write crack Tonight, the sky asked if
I could get fly to find
A climax of your senses
I'm back, did you miss it?

How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the
House without a spouse? (uh huh)
Somethin' in your blouse got
Me feelin' so aroused
What you about? (holla)
On that independent shit
Trade it all, trade it all, trade it all
You ever wonder what it all really mean?
You wonder if you'll ever find your dreams?

I'm only blacking out cause that's
What I ought to do sitting in a chair with
Wheels but no autotune
Sorry Wayne, I admit I'm not as smart as you
All I do is spend my time
Talking to all of you
Haters give me your number and
I will be calling you
Don't wanna talk? Don't hit me up
I'm ignoring you
In the hood I grew down and we dodged Jake
So I embraced the hate and never dodged fake
For God's sake, I enjoy my finance
And I act like a little boy cause, I can
But the label might drop my ass
I got punched by a girl
Who would cop my ass?
Maybe the cops if I dropped her ass
But, I'm the one that paid
For Brianna's boxing class
That night was too hot to smash
But two nights later, my God I spazzed so

How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the
House without a spouse?
Somethin' in your blouse got
Me feelin' so aroused what you about?
On that independent shit
Traded all for a husband and some kids
You ever wonder what it all really mean?
You wonder if you'll ever find your dreams?