[Z. Z. Hill:]
I hear you in the background
Whenever I phone,
Tellin' your brother
To say you're gone.
You've been trippin' around uptown,
Wooin' some fancy clown.
— Put your sister on the phone!
[Verse 1: Viktor Vaughn]
Yo, it's Viktor!
I knew you was …in' around,
Playin' all innocent and hoein' since the foundation,
Don't make me have to pound his tin crown face in,
And risk being jammed up like traffic, inbound from spacin'.
There's been a place for you in my heart since we first met,
A teenage love that didn't feel no hurt yet,
My boys warned me you was poison like BBD first cassette,
And still I put my chips on the worse bet.
Gave up the skirt, now I gotta hear it from the street,
How dare you drag my name in the dirt and cheat?
You coulda broke it off, ended it and dipped,
And if you spoke soft. we could've still preserved the friendship.
Now you apologize, that's what they all say,
You wasn't sorry when you sucked him off in the hallway,
But have it your way – raw, no foreplay,
That's you if you want a dude, who wear a mask all day.
And just to think, I used to be proud of you,
And you had some real good power…
— No, it wasn't, it wasn't nothing like that. Well, my brother, you didn't tell me you had called, I wasn't at home.
[Z. Z. Hill:]
You've been trippin' around uptown,
Wooin' some fancy clown.
[Verse 2: Viktor Vaughn]
Probably kissed her later that evening, I should be hurlin',
Matter fact, gimme back my bracelet and my Shearling,
I rather waste it or give it to your girlfriend,
She did let me stab it last week while you was workin'.
Remember, our vacation out to Maryland?
I dooked the maid Carolyn, she made me throw the towel in,
Like all foul men the time I hit your moms off,
I told her knock it off, but she had to set the rocket off.
Ain't enough room in this …in' town
When you see tin head tell him, «Be duckin' down!»
I'm not rompin' around, he better be
Ready and prepared to be stomped in the ground.
And now, subscriber, we've got to punch you up, so, please stand by.