Testo And You Say - Consequence
Testo della canzone And You Say (Consequence), tratta dall'album Take 'em To The Cleaners
Yeah, I would like to welcome you to into with EPC, easy pimpin' cons
That's me, if you don't know, now you do know
And I got a hold on these hoes out here in the street (yeah)
As usual, (ooh, ooh), uh, check it out
Ayo you know how your peel would give you the best test (ooh, ooh), uh
When check had the skills would give me the dick test (uh-huh), yeah
Just spin me up and down as soon as I get dressed (ooh, ooh)
And that's how she can tell if I been in a bitch dress
And now I start to think she got a tracking device (ooh, ooh)
Cuz when she think I'm cheating she start acting uptight (yeah)
And that'll keep us up beefing for a half of the night (ooh, ooh)
Because she think I'm creeping and she actually right
See her man was a lame he was trash in her life (ooh, ooh), uh-huh
And I don't know why she let him back in her life (yeah)
No other like that nigga had no cash and no ice (ooh, ooh)
And only Jesus piece he's seen was the passion of Christ
So for her to get uptight, it really ain't my fault (ooh, ooh)
Cuz I couldn't bring my single like to a screeching halt
So I was bound to get caught with some groupies at dingy (ooh, ooh)
Somewhere in the telly cuz we did something kinky (uh-huh)
Cuz if they'd seen that seven carat ring on my pinky (ooh, ooh)
They're only a call away like Rudy and Chingy (yeah, yeah)
So I'm moving discreetly and dead in this sippin'
And taking out time just to catch up on my pimpin'
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, I like it) Ooh, ooh and you say New York City (yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, I like it) Ooh, ooh and you say (yeah)
Now could it be I been away (ooh, ooh) too long (check me out, son)
(Yeah) But now I'm back as easy (ooh, ooh), pimpin' cons (EPC, nigga)
(Word) So you can blame my watch or the chain (ooh, ooh), with the charm
Take your pic, homie
(Yeah) Cuz one look at your girl you know (ooh, ooh), she gone (now, what?)
Now he wants to know where you are (ooh, ooh), ah, ahhh
And he wants to know (yeah) where you are (ooh, ooh), ah, ahhh
Now he wants to know where you are (ooh, ooh), ah ahhh
And he wants to know (yeah) where you are ah ahhh (and you say)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, I like it) Ooh, ooh, and you say New York City (yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, I like it) Ooh, ooh ain't no mixin pimpin' with pity (yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, I like it) ooh, ooh, and you say New York City (yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, I like it) Ooh, ooh, and you say
The first sign of a simp is a pimp with sympathy (ooh, ooh)
That's why I make em blow me like the horns in the symphony
And put em through the rig it's till they damn near sick of me (ooh, ooh)
Before I fill out any order forms for typhanys
Cuz as soon as she get with me, her man'll resurface (ooh, ooh)
Calling from blocked numbers and hanging up on purpose (yeah)
Now tell me dude ain't insecure (ooh, ooh)
The concept of hoes well cons makes 'em roar
Cuz he bought her everything at amazing stores (ooh, ooh), uh-huh
But now every Friday she likes me more
And that makes me sure, that bitches ain't shit (ooh, ooh)
So nigga don't get mad when you get what you get
Cuz even if you trick like you brought out Trina (ooh, ooh), uh-huh
You still ain't got a chance against the kid from the cleaners
Now fresh off that trip from the sold out arenas (ooh, ooh)
So when it come to this pimp shit ain't none that can see us, word
Word, word, word (ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, I like it) Ooh, ooh and you say New York City (yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, I like it) Ooh, ooh ain't no mixin pimpin' with pity (yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, I like it) Ooh, ooh and you say New York City (yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, I like it) Ooh, ooh, and you say
Now he wants to know where you are (ooh, ooh)
Ah (ooh, I like it), ahhh (uh, uh, yeah)
And he wants to know where you are
Ah (ooh, I like it), ahhh (say word)
Now he wants to know (yeah) where you are
Ah (ooh, I like it), ahhh (oh, you out with a kid)
And he (yeah) wants to know (yeah) where you are
Ah (ooh, I like it) ahhh (yeah, yeah, uh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, I like it) Word, (and you say New York City) yeah
(Ooh, ooh, ooh I like it) Ain't no mixin pimpin' with pity (yeah)
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Writer(s): John Stephens, Devon Harris, Dexter Mills
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