Condition Red - Don't Get Caught Slippin lyrics

[Verse 1] Was it that freak last week in the 'ville That got on my knees damn near in tears Early this morning with the drip so sad Maybe it's my fault, I wanted to hit so bad She was so fine and didn't look like a fire I went in blind and now I'm pissing barbed-wire Man oh man, why'd it have to be me But better it's gonorrhea than HIV Cause I can go to the clinic, get it cleared right up With some bumble-bee pills and a shot in the bu*t But the worst thing is I can't slay for a week So I gotta nudge my girl till I'm back on my feet I guess I'll tell her I'm doing a show somewhere in St. Pete Until the tetracycline drops slow on this heat It's my own fault, that's what I get for trickin' Next time I jimmy up and won't get caught slippin' [Chorus] (Don't get caught slippin') Don't get caught slippin' (Don't get caught slippin') Don't get caught slippin' (Don't get caught slippin') Don't get caught slippin' (Don't get caught slippin') [Verse 2] I'm trying to school my homies on the things I've learned Cause the little monster with the one eye burned But some of the fellas don't seem concerned Until it's too late to try to save that worm From everything to the drips and a fate like d**h Hitting up the hot lips no regard to they health Not just with a sting but a thing mo' tragic [?] one night fling and you're out like Magic Cause in the 90's it's a gamble with s** That's why my lifestyle, straight latex And never would I use competition brand-x Cause they don't stretch to fit your neck when it flex All I can do is pa** the word to the brothers The freaks and hoes and at the shows throw rubbers And hope you think the next time you hit the covers The life you save may not only be others But your own, so when you bone use protection Or get caught slippin' looking for affection, like I did [Chorus] [Verse 3] My homie round the way likes skeezing no jimmy I tried to tell him 'bout those freaky kinda women But he never listened, bare back in the coochie Now he kinda sick from getting with the wrong hoochie He used to be thick, around 217 Because he liked to trick the doctor got him quarantined Last week he pa**ed the test and HIV positive The virus doing the rest and HIV robbin' him I kinda feel for him but hate to say it to his face Cause all the fellas ignore him "oh well what a waste" It ain't my fault he didn't heed the whole nation To straddle the paddle, now he's an AIDS outpatient Drawing close to almost certain doom It's been three years since they lowered the boom On my old homie's s**-getting-life crippler A word to the wise don't get caught slippin' [Chorus]