[Ghetts:] Where’s all of my real women? Tune’s nearly a year old but I’m still singing Me, fresh prince, I’ll Will Smith ’em Deal or no deal, I can deal with them
Ever since sing for me The wifey’s been to into me She thinks I’ve fucked half of the industry Now I know how difficult things can be Because if I be in a stu’s, with a singer in a booth And that’s my misses in a mood Pissed off, sitting in a room And she ain’t never gonna listen to the tune But it’s my fault I should’ve thought first But I never thought words can leave a girl’s mine warped Now I’m trying to get her back with the right talk Or the right song But the feeling ain’t mutual So, it’s like, force I’ve been kicked to the curb Now I feel like I’m part of the sidewalk
[Mercston:] I’m that [?], we could have a party One smile and I got ’em like Flyboy, so, I tip past the roof I’ve been working hard, so, I look kinda
I got a wife that’s worth more than money She ain’t for sale, and I ain’t for real I suppose she glows even when it ain’t sunny I love her, she loves me But that don’t stop me getting down in the buggy Twenty percent tints, ten out of ten tits Bottle shaped pips, Angelina lips Nails and every ting crisp But that don’t mean I should But that noise that you make sounds good This might be the last time, get a good look Just for old times sake, I make you scream
I’m that [?], we could have a party One smile and I got ’em like Flyboy, so, I tip past the roof I’ve been working hard, so, I look kinda
[Ghetts:] Where’s all of my real women? Tune’s nearly a year old but I’m still singing Me, fresh prince, I’ll Will Smith ’em Deal or no deal, I can deal with them
If she’s got a voice then I might be the reason she leaves her boyfriend I wanna see her and I don’t need an appointment Like me, mum say to avoid them I know it’s old news but in the [?] You was talking about a nigga like me Yeah, it’s so true A nigga might bang and a nigga might leave I call it so soon In a rush, in a hurry In a month, don’t worry I’ll be back like Arnold said But don’t hold your breath, it’d be arson for death