Now There You Go - A Plus

Yeah;

wakin up in the mornin I’m startin my day right

Fire up that doobie that I left in the tray right

Hop in the shower I ain’t awake until I get one

It takes about a hour for all of my mornin shit done

Call the Hiero office tell 'em I ain’t comin in today

It’s me and my baby one year anniversary

My son chillin, I ain’t callin the babysitter

Cause my baby momma cool, she came yesterday to get him («Bye daddy~!»)

Your boy made plans for a beautiful day

I’mma surprise her, with my girl that’s what we doin today

I can’t wait, on the freeway bumpin some Marvin Gaye

Called her phone, left her a message sayin I’m on my way

I pulled up, 'fore I got out, I lit the tree again

Put it out, got my own keys, so I proceded in

'Fore I could even say, «What's up wit’chu babe?»

She turned around and said «Nigga why the fuck you so late?»

Now there you go

Ayyyy;

I should come around yo' ass wavin a white flag

And I can’t understand why you behavin like that

You remind me of the fuzz the way you blowin my buzz

'Stead of hearin this I could be smokin 'dro with my bruhs

Prolly fin' ta say these flowers ugly, and this chocolate’s melted

I just came from some bitch house if you got to tell it

I’m sorry I cheated but you gotta get over it

And you wouldn’t be in this shit if yo' ass was so innocent

I ain’t the type to keep on bringin shit up

But how you do it make me truly wanna get in the cut

When my baby momma call she don’t be trippin off me

It got to do with my seed, you smoke more than weed

When I plan somethin fo' us you always say I want it my way

And come up with the drama to ruin it every time babe

If I just bounced, you’d see me when you’d see me boo

But I’m really gonna miss the way you give me boots

Listen;

I don’t wanna argue, I don’t wanna fuss and fight

I had dinner and a penthouse suite for us tonight

I had it all hooked up, candles and rose petals

Wish I woulda never done shit;

I shoulda known better

That type of behavior’ll keep me second guessin

You stressin, tryin to teach me a lesson, I bet you PMS’n

Chill with the punk shit and bitch-ass that (what?)

If I wasn’t a gentleman you would get backhand slapped

But I’m gone

(now there you go)

(now there you go)

«And we all saw him, with our own eyes

But I wonder if anyone will ever believe us

Well that’s something to think about.»