Lyrics

Brothers ain't shit, they lookin' for the next big ass they can stick But this here chick's not on your dick Pullin' your cars up close by the sidewalk And got the nerve to get mad if I don't talk Steady schemin' on how they want to stick it from the back A young muthafucka sellin' crack Go home and go to bed, son You're just comin' from the barbershop and tryin' to get your head done Take your ass downtown on 10th Avenue Because a sister like me is not havin' you Player, go around tellin' other brothers that you laid her So I guess I'll see your ass later Some brothers approach you while you're shoppin' Their girl's not around, so they're goin hoe-hoppin' From one girl to another You turn your head for a minute, he's tryin' to kick it to your mother Stop smilin', I know all you want to do is hit And I really don't give a shit They get mad, 'cause I always look serious So they slam on my muthafuckin' period I'm not impressed by the jewelry and the mink, dummy Why don't you put some of your money in the banks, honey? And if I hurt your feelings, I meant to 'Cause these here pants huh! Ya can't get into Matter of fact, I'm tooken So you brothers in the jeep can keep lookin', but I ain't hookin' Yes, I'm givin' you the slip, all you can do is trick Word, 'cause brothers ain't shit! Brothers ain't shit! Brothers ain't shit! I'm on my way to the mall with a couple of friends Some niggas pull up in a blue Benz A kid named Mark with dark glasses Talkin' about (yo, y'all got some real fat asses) I kept walkin', Tracy stopped and started talkin' With all these muthafuckas hawkin' With that dumb-lookin' grin Bitch gets in the car that was carryin' three men I know the whole game well They spend a little money, you end up at a hotel Well, that's how they planned it She didn't want to screw, so they left her ass stranded That's what she gets for wildin' Cold left the dumb bitch somewhere out in Long Island Next time she'll act decent And her moms won't have to come and get her ass from her precinct Remember Shanté told you Drugs is not the only thing a girl can say no to You gotta watch every move that you make on the street Word up, 'cause talk ain't that cheap It may become a bad habit You see a brother with a little bit of dough, you want to grab it I get approached by a man, sometimes I throw a fit Word, 'cause brothers ain't shit! Brothers ain't shit! Brothers ain't shit! Brothers ain't shit! Brothers ain't shit, so don't honk your horn, keep rollin' No, I don't want to ride, 'cause the shit might be stolen Anyway, I know your number You got a, "Gas, Grass or Ass" sticker on your bumper Go ahead and say I'm stuck up 'Cause I ain't doin' nothin' that will make my rep fucked up 'Cause it happens to the best of us, fuck the rest of us Niggas keep testin' us A man could make you want to kill him Or late at night, make you want to thrill him He'll give you money, you can even be fly But he still has to cheat, and you want to know why? That's the dog in him - woof, woof! That makes him get up in the middle of the night and go poof! You say, "Yo, yo, where ya goin'?" He's cheatin' and he's skeezin' and you're not even knowin' But this is what they usually do Suck on the thing, and they make you go "woo" And then he hits the door And for the rest of the night she don't see him no more He's got shit at your house? Here's what you do You should do some voodoo! (Mmh!) Make his dick small Make him see spiders on the wall Then make him throw a fit Why? 'Cause brothers ain't shit! Brothers ain't shit! Brothers ain't shit! Brothers ain't shit! Brothers ain't shit!
Writer(s): William Paul Mitchell, Nathaniel Wilson, Roxanne Shante Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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