[Fabolous:]
My cinnamon apple, you know you did me wrong,
My cinnamon apple, said, you know you did me wrong.
My cinnamon apple, you know you did me wrong,
My cinnamon apple, said, you know you did me wrong.
Look I wanna take y'all back to 7th grade, middle school,
Skinny kid that everybody knew,
I was a lil' cool,
Had my intial ring, gold chain, my lil' jewels,
What was more than most had so I never got ridiculed.
This was '89, matter fact, it was '90,
Crack was already huge, the streets start gettin' grimey,
But I wasn't in that world then,
I'm 13, all I'm thinkin' bout is Nike's, basketball and my girlfriend,
Yeah, who at the time was Tia Williams,
And she had no idea that one day I would see a million.
This is a teengae love, few months but we was buildin',
She was grown, I was the man but we was children,
She had ass, though, I mean for her age or whatever,
She wore my ring some times like we engaged or whatever.
And this the «No, you hang up first» dial tone era,
Your mom's pick up and say, «Hang up my house phone» era,
And I hated that, how you gon' scream in my baby ear.
That pretty lil' brown skin girl with the baby hair,
As we was goin' steady, my sex drive was so Andretti,
She a virgin but I feel like it's time, I know she ready,
He ain't got much experience, but she don't know that,
That boy's chance is comin' up, I hope he don't blow that.
I'm waitin' for the opportunity, mama at work,
Start with a kiss, then I'm in her shirt, next I'm in her skirt.
You know that always heard that the first time gonna hurt,
That's what she heard from her cousin, I lied and told her it doesn't.
And so to me, it's just a matter of time,
That Tia gon' give it up to me and that'll be mine,
But one day I was absent, I came back to school,
Learned that, I left the man but I came back the fool,
They said that Tia did some bullshit, I mean, did y'all speak?
She cut school, lost her virginity, some kid named Khalif.
An I'm stuck, like, what the fuck?!
I ain't hear that my girl did what?
But had to act like I ain't care,
Felt like I wanted to cry, but, nah, I ain't tear.
That first time I learned that trust ain't a must if I ain't there,
And, of course, we broke up, she moved on, I did the same,
I ended up with some next girl, forget her name,
Which probably isn't right, ‘cause we used to get along,
But I remember Tia, ‘cause she did me wrong.
My cinnamon apple, you know you did me wrong,
My cinnamon apple, said, you know you did me wrong.
My cinnamon apple, you know you did me wrong,
My cinnamon apple, said, you know you did me wrong.
[Kevin Hart:]
And you gon' leave me, for some fuckin' nigga, huh?! I thought you loved me. You was supposed to be my cinnamon apple, my cinnamon apple! Baby, you gon' leave me for some nigga, huh, for some nigga?! Get out of the car, bitch! You gon' leave me?! You grimey, son!