Текст песни Gang Starr - Ex Girl to the Next Girl
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Verse OneYou know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker,lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made amistake yes I fell in love with this ill chicksweatin` me for money, my name and the dilsnickmy homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefitshe used to say I`d better quit hanging with those derelectsromancing is my thing but I can`t swing with no scheming hoeswherever my beema goes you know that I`m drivingsurviving in the 90`s is a must so I trustthat everyone listen up as my vocals give thrustI bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirtdo much work while other suckas need more time to rehearsenow back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friendsit made me mad to find that she was only after my endsshe phones me and goes on about her new life nowI wish she knew right nowI think she`s busted let`s discuss itwhen I was with her no trust, just fightsjust the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlightsbow I got my new girl or as I say my baby dollbut I`m still gettin` crazy calls, my ex-girl`s got ballsdon`t wanna play the field cuz I get lovin` at home basedon`t gimme no long face just exit with a graceyou and I are the past, c`est la vie, much respect girlbut now you`re my ex-girl cuz I`m on with the next girlChorusNext<cuz girls look so good>Verse Twoshe had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gearliked to have me near cuz of my svoir fairethe time we shared was brief cuz I needed relieffrom her high-classed antics and all her conceitnow she`s crying wolf and I like don`t wanna hear thatI told her the bear facts when things started outshe wines and she pouts about how I did her badyo but she`d tried to buy me even tempt me with the hineyI fell for a sec cuz the clothes were real flyI could almost feel I would give into her whimsher thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in natureI told her hey look I can no longer date yaTried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sankmany thanks for the time and the watch and the linkyou and I are the past, c`est la vie, nuff respect girlbut now you`re my ex-girl cuz I`m straight with the next girlChorusVerse Threeyou saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your numberyou asked how`s my sister then asked how`s my brotherdidn`t ask about my father cuz you know he ain`t like yaevery time I left for your crib yo he`d really get hyperthe advice he used to give me makes much sense nowI can`t believe I used to let you break my confidence downyou used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in Brooklyn?you messed up my flow although you were good-lookin`yes darlin` was fly and this was the problemcuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin`to get her things to wear so when she went to the cluball eyes were on her and me I just buggedcaught in between felling proud and feeling more like a suckerhad to go undercover, get away, find anotherbeen in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world tooI`ve seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to doI went from ex-girl to next took my time with each oneand you know they still love me so stop jellin` me hon went home to see mom and I saw you at the bus stopmust I stop? nah I think notyou and I are the past c`est la vie, much respect girlbut now you`re my ex-girl & I`m out with the next girlout...Chorus