Jagged Edge - I Ain't Here For This lyrics

Man, not this again man... We just got in the club man What you be on man, for real You want a drink or somethin' man, for real man You need to help take the edge off or something for real man I ain't in the club for this Just parked and I just walked in and she already startin' that bull I ain't spend a dime for this I just came to put some henne in me (Really) you can keep the chriss I ain't ask for sh*t Don't be the spot that's gone get this started I ain't in the club just to be arguing So 'less you came here to party Or let me do shots of ya body I ain't here for this Dressed to a T, I'm out in the streets I'm 20 deep with n****s that's claimin' that east side Been ridin through the A all night, so how we end up back up on that east side My girl with me, ya'll know how it be One condition baby, no drama while the g's round ? now we at the house she said ya stayed out? You gave me your word now baby hold your voice down Me and baby girl got this thing bout arguing usually So every time I take her out try to let her know from the door that... Chorus] JE, years in the game I seen a lotta things that make the average n**** say wow My privacy I hold close to me, let me keep my business out the streets now If my girl with me she sticks to the code Don't be startin nothing Betta wait until ya get home Another lengthy fight we gotta make up Just as long she can really drag a fight on Me and baby girl got this thing bout arguing usually So every time I take her out try to let her know from the door that... What I did or where I've been If you knew how to act It wouldn't even be a problem If you wanna know why I hang out with hoods all night *Cause I can't keep on arguing, yabbin and stressing it's always a constant fight And if you wanna know "Why I say I'd be better off by myself, now ya know why I roll like I roll I'll just stay at home... I ain't here for this" Now you been begging me for weeks so now it's going down Before we hit this downtown I'm a tell you now You betta sit yo a** down and just sip some brown Don't you try to clown when them groupie b*tches come around I don't believe in luck, never been superstitious They wanna do me it's apparently due to my riches They may have heard how I bury the tool in the ditches And leave the barracuda wet as a school of some fishes They wanna marry the dude Got 'em preparing me food Folding the clothes even washin the dishes Cleaning the toilets, but you know what I got you in a position, you bout to spoil it with whinin' and b*tchin' You walk back to the back of the line of divisions Trying to make it before 12 with the rest of the pigeons I got you sippin' zinfandel, chilly at the ear/wrist I don't wanna hear this sh*t really I ain't here for this