Jaheim

Young cat got back, did a little bid
Now he hard, he buff, he tough, doo rag and Timbs
Kinda hard to get a job back out on the block
Charge that to the game
Young girl she grew up in a rush
Had it bad, no dad, she don’t know who to trust
Every man she ever loved only want to crush
Charge that to the game
But it’s all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
We’ve got love for y’all but y'all don't love us
So we're swervin' in Suburbans and switchin’ lanes
Spend up all our dough on chromes and thangs
Name our kids some funny names
Don’t hate on us, we’re fabulous
prepaid cellies for local calls
lil dons and divas up at the mall
Rockin cornrow twists, that’s how we roll
But don’t hate on us, we’re fabulous

They met, he said how she was a dime
So na