We Here

Uh, do you take, Rhymealinda
To be your lawfully wedded wife? (Do you love me, Tre, Do you really love me?)
Uh, uh, uh (get it to me)
I do, I do, no, I don't, I do

Ah, roomie-zoom-zoom, I'm off to be wed
To Rhymealinda, I remember, um, when we first met
In '82, back in school, used to play up all the fools
Sometimes, you'd be my number five, sometimes you'd be my 22
But, um, screw the dumb shit, 'cause little Rhyme's true
I can't wait to say "I do," and oh yeah, honey, there's no due
I got my chariot rollin', now I'm mic controlling
Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in

We're rollin' all strikes, we're havin' little tykes
One is little Mike, the other's Ike, I'm sure that you would like
To hold 'em, or maybe stroll 'em on their little bikes
When they're born, I've sworn, to bring 'em up right, you know
Dope is how I breed "em, beats is what I'll feed "em
They'll be healthy like a health nut, I'm sure you'll shake your butt
Kick the verse, preacher, and I won't disperse
Here's my life, Rhymealinda, for better or for worse

And you don't stop (and you don't stop), and you don't stop, (you don't stop)
And you don't stop (and you don't stop), and you don't stop, (you don't stop)
And you don't stop (and you don't stop), and you don't stop, (you don't stop)
And you don't stop (you don't stop), and you don't stop
And you don't stop (you don't stop), and you don't stop (you don't stop)
And you don't stop (and you don't stop), and you don't stop (you don't stop)
And you don't stop (and you don't stop), and you don't stop (you don't stop)
And you don't stop, And you don't stop (and you don't stop)

When it's done, she tagged me, duck, duck, goose
I'm batter up, I can't sleep, the fly brother must produce
The power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five mag (a mag)
Straight up tennis shoes, in my pants, there's a sag (a sag)
Droppin' so much grammar, gotta slam it down my mouth (what!)
Shit, I met a slut, she put me in a rut, G
With the dip that was down with me from the home front (what's up man)

Now front me never, too cool, however (ever)
I gotta get the bread (bread), gotta get the butter (butter)
Fix it up, eat it down, throw it in the gutter
(Gutter dreamed it), sour (Creamed it), gotta
Skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water
Now the water's gettin' hotter, so I bought her a new ring (ring)
Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing (sing)
I gotta kiss her ass, my tongue I hold before I curse
If you really want me, bitch, take me for better or for worse

And you don't stop, and you don't stop, (don't stop)
And you don't stop, and you don't stop, (don't stop)
And you don't stop, and you don't stop (don't stop)
And you don't stop, and you don't stop (don't stop)
And you don't stop, and you don't stop (don't stop)
And you don't stop, and you don't stop (don't stop)
And you don't stop, and you don't stop (don't stop)

Well, this is the final chapters (hello?)
Of me, so we're going to rack up (who is this?)
In tune, in tune, in tune, a button (why are you calling my house, who is this?)
A button, a button, Oh c'mon, honey (what?)
Would you come along with me down the lane? (Mike, is that you?)
And I will pick your brain (oh my God, who is this?)
I won't pick it like you think I will (I'll fucking call the cops, don't call my house)
I'll take a hammer and start to drill (oh my God, what is this?)
Your skull, and then I'll really start pickin'
Your brains out (What?), I will be lickin' (I'm gonna call the cops, okay? Quit fucking around)

You taste so intelligent (hello, who is this?)
Ah, yes, yes, yes
You trusted me, now I busted the (help me, who is this?)
Top of your skull (what are you doing? why are you calling me?)
You thought today was going to be dull?
But it was very exciting
I took your fingers, then I started biting (who are you? why are you calling my house?)
And then I scraped the meat off the bone (stop calling here)
Of your leg (don't call here anymore)

You tried to make me beg
But I had to insist, I had to insist, I (oh my God)
Went up your pussy with my fist (ahh)
Okay, I think we've gone a little bit overboard (fuck you, don't call my house)
Don't stop it yet

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Yo, I'm Audi Geee
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Credits
Writer(s): James Dewitt Yancey, John Derek Yancey
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