C-Loc - Ya Girl Wanna lyrics

First Verse (C-Loc): Too many Baby Girl, can't even count the days You had my head f**ed up with your conspicuous ways In a day, made the average n***a pa** out Bendin' all over in front me, like you want me, with your a** out It's a muthaf**a, playin' with the wrong brotha Could never touch it, cuz I know my dogg got love for ya If he knew the game, sh**'ll change, I don't wanna see my dogg sick Findin' out he's in love with a b**h You know the n***a quick to k** somethin' Ain't no frontin' Got me in a real situation, bad as I want it I need to tell my n***a, and fear that he'll hold a grudge n***as take sh** f**ed up when they in love Be right back with the b**h, lookin' at you like he wanna empty clips Make you grab your sh**, sayin' "What the f** is this?" Startin' to get cool, with your partnas and they mate don't mix Have you caught up in some serious bullsh** Chorus (C-Loc): You know your girl wanna f** your dogg, right? Yeah n***a, your girl wanna f** your dogg, n***a (2x) Second Verse (Boo): Stop by to pay my boy a visit, I seen you scopin' from a distance In the kitchen blowin' me kisses Askin' for my digits Tempted to f** wit'cha and I'm tryin' to avoid it But she's dancin' with her a** all on me at the party Grabbin' dick, checkin' in at Motel 6 On some high/drunk sh**, get my dick licked By my partna's main b**h, see I know he gone trip Because this the same b**h, that's carryin' his kid Plus people she did, she let her friend know And her friend let her man know Now we havin' problems over scandolous a**holes Hope it don't result to the pistol See how p**y turn situations crystal? Now I done put scars upon your temple because you violated And got me thinkin' "How the f** I'ma face him?" You know? Chorus Third Verse (C-Loc): Okay today she heard this, yesterday she heard that Now Boo, you say that's your girl, but she gone get her a** slapped Wanna sit around and clown you bout how I'm no good Sometimes she make me feel like, she want the wood Around these messy a** hoes keep my sh** confidential What you expect? Speakin' on my bedroom credentials I done s**ed from my room to the next day lie Even told 'em how I paid off the Q-45 They want a piece of that Even if they have to double back Tryin' to cut your rope so they can pick up the slack I'm takin' care of home, ain't no sense in goin' in no zone Bout some dumb sh** that your girls ran quick These hoes doin' bad Baby, stake your claim I tell you girls is sad, they plays a helluva game Now I done told ya, you need to give this hoe a cold shoulder Or let her know next time that she come over, cuz.... Chorus (4x)