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    SELL FONE

    Sell

    It all started with a lip stick stain

    my baby started actin wild

    and passin blame

    I said somethin kinda insane

    like I ain't a brotha

    with a ball and chain

    and then

    she started shakin her head like sistas do

    I let her walk out

    called her later on my Cellie

    but the call just wouldn't go through

     


    What's up my boy say

    yo dawg

    what up wit Re?

    I say

    efff that I'll call her later today

    she straight trippin

    whoa..hold up

    could this be the tippin

    point

    yo Brah

    pass dat joint

    normally I don't imbibe

    but I'm feelin kinda creepy

    deep inside

    like is my baby creepin

    all them nights I thought she was sleepin

    now I'm wonderin what

    little dirty secrets she be keepin

     

    It all started with a

    Sell Fone

    inter-ruption

    damn this femme gotta

    alotta

    gumption

    my mind is goin crazaay

    gettin kinda hazaay

    is she gettin a little sumthin

    sumthin

    is another

    brother

    squeezin on my bran muffin

     

    I mean

    she know how Janice is

    all touchy-feely

    but she got a husband and 3 kids

    and

    an brotha like me repsect that

    I don't take a fizz in another

    cat's

    hat

    now she got me feelin like an unwelcome

    mat

    I can't even represent the real

    facts

    not since she shook her head

    like a sista do

    been callin and callin

    but my call just won't go through

     

    Gimme another Henny-N-pineapple

    save the rocks

    talked up a femme

    got her number

    walked down the street

    2 my baby's block

    hope her car would be parked outside

    hold up

    I touched the hood

    she just came back from a ride

    should I knock

    or should I go

    do I do

    Or don't wanna know

    damn

    I'm just not thinkin straight

    2 many Henny's and it's gettin

    kinda late

     

    Sell Fone

    inter-ruption

    damn

    this femme gotta

    alotta

    gumption

    my mind goin crazaay

    gettin kinda hazaay

    is she gettin a little sumthin

    sumthin

    is another

    brother

    squeezin n my bran muffin

     

    I go home

    talk 2 the dog

    put my sweat suit on

    2 take a jog

    hold up

    lemme check my blog

    man

    this feels like another log

    on my fire

    trust and respect goin up like a funeral pyre

    my one and only desire

    would be 2

    rewind

    the time

    place her hand in mine

    and just chill

    let her say what she will

    but

    when you see that shakin of the head

    like sistas do

    500 Sell Fone calls

    ain't gonna get through

     

    Walked back 'round 2 her house

    saw 2 people walkin out

    I shout

    and she looks startled and scared

    unprepared

    for my diatribe

    OH HERE YOU IS BLAMIN ME 4 ..ISH

    and this

    is your cat on the side

    so

    like an angry man I went with the hunch

    dropped dude

    with just one punch

    my baby looked at me kinda sinister

    shook her head

    lika a sista do

    cried and whispered

    you just knocked out my minister

    he was tellin me 2 stop assuming

    and see things through

    and accept a Sell Fone call from

    you

     

    Sell Fone

    inter-ruption

    damn

    I thought my femme had alotta

    gumption

    my mind went crazaay

    2 many Henny's made me hazaay

    thought she was gettin a little sumthin

    sumthin

    I was wrong

    and now I'll never again be sueezin

    on her bran muffin

     

    Man...let this thang fade

    brothas, take it from me

    the worse feeling in the world

    is when you get played

    by yo DAMN SELF!!!

     

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