8Ball - My Homeboy's Girlfriend lyrics

My nigga, C, he from Texas, I'm from Tennesee
We do our thang, with them thangs
Makin' currency he got the hook up
With Columbians and Mexicans
He wraps 'em up and ships 'em out
And I supply the ends
Excellent profit got us livin' elegant
Laundrymat style washes away the evidence
Get on the plane every weekend and visit
I would visit his town
And he would visit Memphis
Takin' the nigga clubbin', Embassy suites
And freaks
Up all night, sippin' Tussin, smokin' Sweets
One weekend, I'm in his town, his crib
You really must trust a nigga to
Show him where you live
Fly scenery, space aged things
And big screen in the den
Shootin' pool puffin' on some good green
In walked the woman that was C's fiancee
He said daddy loved her
And would marry her one day
Her name was Angela, damn she was fine
I admit I had evil thoughts rush in my mind
Moscino fittin' tight
She was dressed to kill
She winked but I didn't think
The ho was for real

What am I, supposed to do?
When I'm takin' a chance, fuckin' with you
My homeboy's girlfriend
Now if someone, found out about us
Then someone's, gonna get fucked up
My homeboy's grilfriend

The smell of breakfast
Woke me up from my dreams bacon sizzlin'
Searchin' for the kitchen like a fiend
What I, seen, straight took me by surprise
Angela half naked not tryin' to hide
She saw me lookin', but kept cookin'
What's up with that?
Invitin' me to sit down
And said she'd be right back
I poured a glass of OJ and pulled up a seat
Angela came right back, and sat next to me
Kissed me on my cheek and said
(Oh you cute, I don't know what it is
But it's just something about you)
With her hand on my leg
She kissed me on my neck i said baby chill
This is too much disrespect
If C walked in, he be a mad mothafucker
And ain't no pussy gon' come between brothers
Lovers, we can't be
Cause that's bad business
(Ball, you could have all of this
And there won't be no witnesses)
All in my lap, on my early mornin' hard dick
Grindin' on it, pullin' it, before I knew it
Suckin' it ended up fuckin' it
I guess I'm a weak man
It's hard to understand
My homeboy's girlfriend

Me and C jumped in the Benz and
Hit the town for a while
I can't believe what just happned
Man this shit too wild if C finds out
He might trip and try to kill me
And I ain't the type of
Nigga that's gonna feel guilty
Later on, we was at the pad, kickin' back
C had to make a run, to go and serve a pack
Before he made it out the driveway good
Angela was all on me
Tryin' to suck on my wood
On the pool table, on the floor
Man what a whore i was lookin' out for C
She was beggin' me for more
An hour later, C walked through the door
Unaware, that I was just
In his ladies underwear
I flew home the next day still reminiscing
Not believin' I just dicked on my homies Mrs
This is a fuckin' trip man
I will never understand
My homeboy's girlfriend