Chucky Thompson - I Got A Story to Tell lyrics

[Intro] Who y'all talkin to man? Uhh Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the n***as that be f**in mad b**hes In other n***as cribs Thinkin sh** is sweet n***a creep up on your a**, hahaha Live n***as respect it, check it [Verse 1] I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya Even left all my motherf**in hoes for ya n***as think Frankie p**y whipped, n***a picture that With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat Sweetness, where you parked at? Petiteness but that a** fat She got a body make a n***a wanna eat that, I'm f**in with you The b**h official doe, dick harder than a missile yo Try to hit, if she trippin disappearin like Arsenio Yo, the b**h push a double-oh With the five in front, probably a connivin stunt Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her Find the deal with her, she f** around and steal, huh? Then we all get laced Television's, Versace heaven, when I'm up in em The sh** she kicked, all the sh**'s legit She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks n***a tricked ridiculous, the sh** was plush She's stressin me to f**, like she was in a rush We f**ed in his bed, quite dangerous I'm in his a** while he playin gainst the Utah Jazz My 112, CD blast, I was past She came twice I came last, roll the gra** She giggle, sayin' "I'm smokin' on home-grown" Then I heard the moan, "honey I'm home!" Yep, tote chrome for situations like this I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this Now I'm like, "b**h, you better talk to him Before this fifth put a spark to him f** around sh** get dark to him, put a part through him Lose a major part to him, arm, leg." She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer Gettin hot like a toaster, I co*ks the toast, uhh Before my eyes could blink She screams out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!" He go back downstairs more time to think Her brain racin, she's tellin me to stay patient She don't know I'm, cool as a fan Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man But I can and I will though, I probably chill though Even though situation lookin' kinda ill yo It came to me like a song I wrote Told the b**h, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope." Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face Roped the b**h up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase Play the cut, n***a comin off some love potion sh** Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless Dropped the gla** screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash A hundred cash just don't shoot my a**, please!" n***a pullin mad G's out the floor Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my n***as on the cell "Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh" [Outro] Yo man, y'all n***as ain't gonna believe what the f** happened to me. Remember that b**h I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this b**h playa this b**h f**in' run them ol' Knick a** n***as and sh**. I'm up in the spot though. One of them six-five n***as, I don't know. Anyway I'm up in the motherf**in spot. So boom I'm up in the p**y, whatever whatever. I sparks up some lah, Pop Duke creeps up in on some, must have been rained out or something because he's in the spot. Had me scared, had me scared, I was shook, Daddy - but I forget I had my Roscoe on me. Always. You know how we do. So anyway the n***a comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the b**h all shook she sends the n***a back downstairs to get some drinks and sh**. She gettin mad nervous, I said f** that man! I'm the n***a, you know how we do it, n***a, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherf**in face. Gagged that b**h up, played the kizzack. Soon this n***a comes up in the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the gla**. Looked like the n***a pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother! Ahh f** it. This n***a runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me mad papers, mad papers. (I told you that b**h was a shiesty b**h cuz! Word to mother I used to f** her cousin but you ain't know that! You wouldn't know that sh**. Really though.) I threw all that motherf**in money up in the Prada knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) Yo n***a got some lye, y'all got some lye? *conversation fades out*