Im gettin a little tired of your broken promises, promises.
Lookin at your pager seein different numbers and numbers.
Called you when I saw you hangin with the fellas the fellas.
Hangin with my friends you always gettin jealous and jealous.
I was with you when you didn't have no dollas no dollas.
Haning at the crib, chillin with your momma your momma.
Never funded you, never brought the drama the drama.
Now you flipt the script, player plead.
No im not the one(Say it again, say it again, oh)
No im not the one (You do or you dont)
You do, or you dont dont.
You will or you wont wont.
No more, no more
Baby im'a do it right.
You can or you cant cant.
Be a man, be a man man
No more, no more
Baby im's do it right.
You treat me like a lady when you open doors and doors.
But then you wanna front when your with your boys your boys.
How you gunna play me when i bought your clothes your clothes.
The ones that you be wearing when your does does.
You know you never thought that I would have the nerve thenerve.
Think about it now since your at the curb the curb.
Blowin up my pager say you wanna chance a chance.
Listen when I say it player plead.
I just wanna know, what happend to our love.
We used to be best friends, when did it go wrong?
When you gunna see, how good it is to me.
Im tired and im through with all your lazy games.
Boy you promised me case-fade.
But that was last year boy in the eighth grade.
And you aint biggy baby boy, so no it aint "one more chance"
When your friends around you dont wanna hold my hand.
And then you see that girl (Stylin and Whylin by the mix)
Hoppin up the what? (The whips the 5 or 6)
Yes fly chrome, so pardon my tone.
Here go a quarter go call Tyron.
(Rrepeat chorus x2 til fade)