I Know, You Know Songtext
von Jim Crow
I Know, You Know Songtext
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Come on, one time
Now here′s a little story I gots to tell
About them three motherfuckers from A-T-L
Cudi Cartel, Shawty Pimp, Mr. Moore
Jim Crow, make them hoes drop they clothes to the floor
You know that ho (You know that ho)
I know that ho (I know that ho)
You know that ho? (We know that same-ass, lame-ass ho)
I know that ho (You know that ho)
He know that ho (I know that ho)
See, we know that same-ass, lame-ass ho
Well, let me tell y'all about this girl I met at the mall (Mall)
She had this caramel skin, stood ′bout six feet tall (Tall)
Her eyes was brown, hair natural, no weave
I wanted to do her, so I pursued her cautiously
I said, "Excuse me, baby, goddamn, what's yo' name?"
She said, "A lot of vagina I just flew in from Spain"
I said, "What′s goin′ down?", she say, "I'm downtown
I got a room at the Embassy plus a fifth of Crown"
Now this I can′t resist ('Sist), temptation got me gone (Gone)
Just like the rest of the bottle and now I′m ready to bone (Bone)
Oh, I don't make it goin′, nobody that I frap
Now if I ever need assistance, hit that nigga, Flap
Now back to a lot of, shorty, I know I got her
'Cause when I went off in the Jeep, she was screamin', "Papa"
I made her touch herself, then made her lick her finger (Finger)
Her brain numb, got her sprung just like Jerry Springer
You know that ho (You know that ho)
I know that ho (I know that ho)
You know that ho? (We know that same-ass, lame-ass ho)
I know that ho (You know that ho)
He know that ho (I know that ho)
See, we know that same-ass, lame-ass ho
I think it′s Lacey, she just moved in from Ontario
Her and her partners was at the Hef′ about a week ago
Me and Mr. Moore on that Henn', dog, straight
Open face in her mouth, wonder what she about
She decided to speak, asked my name and shit
Playboy Bunny, ain′t this funny? Oh, this ho was so thick
That Cudi buddy tight jeans with the bra to match
Tellin' me she wanted me to fuck her straight from the back
Slap that ass, grab her hair, she just don′t care
Flip her over, beat them guts, now she gaspin' for air
Grabbed the towel, cleaned herself, we burned down a dub
And it′ll be the same thang next week at the club
You know that ho (You know that ho)
I know that ho (I know that ho)
You know that ho? (We know that same-ass, lame-ass ho)
I know that ho (You know that ho)
He know that ho (I know that ho)
See, we know that same-ass, lame-ass ho
I saw this fine, young slimmy
And said to myself, "I hope she's user-friendly"
Since I got a buzz off the golden grain
It ain't no thang, we can run a train
I′m Mr. Moore, I play these ladies like a card game
I see a bih, and raise ya two hoes (Hoes)
Church girls strip they dress clothes behind closed doors
But when the dough roll, look out
That′s when that plot thicken (Thicken)
Smack yo' paper when you slippin′, better watch chicken
They try to play you like you dumb, but I'm a step ahead
I feed ′em Puerto Rican rum, leave 'em left for dead
They get friendly after three blunts, coke, and Rémy
After I poke, I send ′em home broke without a penny
Now stupid is what stupid does
You should've known what it was, traded yo' love for sex
Now you love the sex, I shake hoes
Strip ′em down like maiko, they can′t say no, nigga
You know that ho (You know that ho)
I know that ho (I know that ho)
You know that ho? (We know that same-ass, lame-ass ho)
I know that ho (You know that ho)
He know that ho (I know that ho)
See, we know that same-ass, lame-ass ho
Stop, let me tell you 'bout this girl that I knocked (Uh)
Kinda fine, she got round like Pac (Woo, Lord)
Good thing that I wore my sock, my rubber, my Peter cover
My boy said this nigga Cudi (Now shit)
Thick as peanut butter, ′cause I'm startin′ to think I love her
Maybe the head went to my head, paper my pimpin' flaws
′Cause drip implants supposed to go on emotional seesaws
Hit the mall, we ball, we play
When I call yo' dog, she say
You gone, you ain't home, probably out on a date, she hate
I know you there, I hear you in the background (′Round)
But I don′t care no more, I done cut you up and back down (Down)
Flip, now you back in town (Town), we spendin' time again (′Gain)
I asked you 'bout my homeboy partner, oh, he′s just a friend
And then you got on the bed and gave
Me some head and everything ('Thing)
And what I thought was love was nothin′, it left when I came (Yeah)
Oh, yes, she had some game, she stood 'bout 6'4"
Oh, you talkin′ ′bout
Ain't gon′ say no names, but y'all know this ho
You know that ho (You know that ho)
I know that ho (I know that ho)
You know that ho? (We know that same-ass, lame-ass ho)
I know that ho (You know that ho)
He know that ho (I know that ho)
See, we know that same-ass, lame-ass ho
You know that ho (You know that ho)
I know that ho (I know that ho)
You know that ho? (We know that same-ass, lame-ass ho)
I know that ho (You know that ho)
He know that ho (I know that ho)
See, we know that same-ass, lame-ass ho
Come on, one time
Now here′s a little story I gots to tell
About them three motherfuckers from A-T-L
Cudi Cartel, Shawty Pimp, Mr. Moore
Jim Crow, make them hoes drop they clothes to the floor
You know that ho (You know that ho)
I know that ho (I know that ho)
You know that ho? (We know that same-ass, lame-ass ho)
I know that ho (You know that ho)
He know that ho (I know that ho)
See, we know that same-ass, lame-ass ho
Well, let me tell y'all about this girl I met at the mall (Mall)
She had this caramel skin, stood ′bout six feet tall (Tall)
Her eyes was brown, hair natural, no weave
I wanted to do her, so I pursued her cautiously
I said, "Excuse me, baby, goddamn, what's yo' name?"
She said, "A lot of vagina I just flew in from Spain"
I said, "What′s goin′ down?", she say, "I'm downtown
I got a room at the Embassy plus a fifth of Crown"
Now this I can′t resist ('Sist), temptation got me gone (Gone)
Just like the rest of the bottle and now I′m ready to bone (Bone)
Oh, I don't make it goin′, nobody that I frap
Now if I ever need assistance, hit that nigga, Flap
Now back to a lot of, shorty, I know I got her
'Cause when I went off in the Jeep, she was screamin', "Papa"
I made her touch herself, then made her lick her finger (Finger)
Her brain numb, got her sprung just like Jerry Springer
You know that ho (You know that ho)
I know that ho (I know that ho)
You know that ho? (We know that same-ass, lame-ass ho)
I know that ho (You know that ho)
He know that ho (I know that ho)
See, we know that same-ass, lame-ass ho
I think it′s Lacey, she just moved in from Ontario
Her and her partners was at the Hef′ about a week ago
Me and Mr. Moore on that Henn', dog, straight
Open face in her mouth, wonder what she about
She decided to speak, asked my name and shit
Playboy Bunny, ain′t this funny? Oh, this ho was so thick
That Cudi buddy tight jeans with the bra to match
Tellin' me she wanted me to fuck her straight from the back
Slap that ass, grab her hair, she just don′t care
Flip her over, beat them guts, now she gaspin' for air
Grabbed the towel, cleaned herself, we burned down a dub
And it′ll be the same thang next week at the club
You know that ho (You know that ho)
I know that ho (I know that ho)
You know that ho? (We know that same-ass, lame-ass ho)
I know that ho (You know that ho)
He know that ho (I know that ho)
See, we know that same-ass, lame-ass ho
I saw this fine, young slimmy
And said to myself, "I hope she's user-friendly"
Since I got a buzz off the golden grain
It ain't no thang, we can run a train
I′m Mr. Moore, I play these ladies like a card game
I see a bih, and raise ya two hoes (Hoes)
Church girls strip they dress clothes behind closed doors
But when the dough roll, look out
That′s when that plot thicken (Thicken)
Smack yo' paper when you slippin′, better watch chicken
They try to play you like you dumb, but I'm a step ahead
I feed ′em Puerto Rican rum, leave 'em left for dead
They get friendly after three blunts, coke, and Rémy
After I poke, I send ′em home broke without a penny
Now stupid is what stupid does
You should've known what it was, traded yo' love for sex
Now you love the sex, I shake hoes
Strip ′em down like maiko, they can′t say no, nigga
You know that ho (You know that ho)
I know that ho (I know that ho)
You know that ho? (We know that same-ass, lame-ass ho)
I know that ho (You know that ho)
He know that ho (I know that ho)
See, we know that same-ass, lame-ass ho
Stop, let me tell you 'bout this girl that I knocked (Uh)
Kinda fine, she got round like Pac (Woo, Lord)
Good thing that I wore my sock, my rubber, my Peter cover
My boy said this nigga Cudi (Now shit)
Thick as peanut butter, ′cause I'm startin′ to think I love her
Maybe the head went to my head, paper my pimpin' flaws
′Cause drip implants supposed to go on emotional seesaws
Hit the mall, we ball, we play
When I call yo' dog, she say
You gone, you ain't home, probably out on a date, she hate
I know you there, I hear you in the background (′Round)
But I don′t care no more, I done cut you up and back down (Down)
Flip, now you back in town (Town), we spendin' time again (′Gain)
I asked you 'bout my homeboy partner, oh, he′s just a friend
And then you got on the bed and gave
Me some head and everything ('Thing)
And what I thought was love was nothin′, it left when I came (Yeah)
Oh, yes, she had some game, she stood 'bout 6'4"
Oh, you talkin′ ′bout
Ain't gon′ say no names, but y'all know this ho
You know that ho (You know that ho)
I know that ho (I know that ho)
You know that ho? (We know that same-ass, lame-ass ho)
I know that ho (You know that ho)
He know that ho (I know that ho)
See, we know that same-ass, lame-ass ho
You know that ho (You know that ho)
I know that ho (I know that ho)
You know that ho? (We know that same-ass, lame-ass ho)
I know that ho (You know that ho)
He know that ho (I know that ho)
See, we know that same-ass, lame-ass ho
Writer(s): Jamal Jones, James Hollins, Kawan Prather, Maurice Sinclair, Damon Green, Ricardo Lewis, T. Powell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com