Not The Kids Lyrics - Mase

[loon] 

Uh, uh, uh, uh, what 

Let's talk about it 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Ma, I told you, I'm not here to fuss or fight 

But I see it, all you wanna do is cuss all night 

In front of the kids, you tryin' to crush my life 

'cause you know I ain't the type that punch my wife 

But I see now, who you want me to be 

While knee-deep in the penile, tryin' to freestyle 

But I see now, people could see, that ain't me 

When I bought you the e3, the crib in d.c. 

On gp, bought the mazda z3 

Bought your little brother the 52 inch tv 

With a playstation to stay patient 

'cause right now it's all about the kid's situation 

[rashad] 

1 - please baby girl 

Let's not fight 

If you're really gonna be in my life 

Let's work it out 'till we get it right 

Please baby don't 

Please don't cry 

If you're really gonna be in my life 

Let's work it out 'till we get it right 

[huddy] 

All out, yo, yo, yo 

One mistake in my life, this chicken head claimin' she white 

Jammin' my phone, like damn, she won't leave me alone 

Knew she was trife, the way she kept watchin' my ice 

Watchin' my step, hit it on top of the steps 

Knowin' she wild, no condoms, she havin' my child 

Now that I'm stuck, she keep key-scratchin' my truck 

Actin' all young, doing it in front of our son 

Peeped it before, but didn't want to think she's a whore 

Thinkin' it's good, fuckin' up her rep in the 'hood 

Fuckin' up mine, fuckin' niggas two at a time 

But look at her now, harlem world crook of the town 

But look at my rhyme, I'm glad it didn't turn it to crime 

And I'm thinkin' little huddy must have made me calm 

So I bowed down prayin' for my baby's mom 

I'mma change my ways now that my baby's born 

And i'mma love you anyway 'till the day you gone, what 

Repeat 1 

[rashad] 

Now let me hear you say uh 

Say uh huh 

Let me hear you say uh 

Say uh huh 

Now let me hear you say uh 

Say uh huh 

Now let me hear you say 

Uh uh uh uh uh na na na na 

[stase] 

Yo, yo, yo 

Yo, it's a holiday, sippin' on chardonnay 

I'm wonderin' why these cats never celebrate father's day 

Y'all tellin' a fib, y'all ain't really take care y'all kids 

And y'all motherfuckin' liar if y'all say that ya did 

Now engaged in phrases, that tired old lines 

She was messin' around and the baby ain't mine 

But all y'all, knowin' y'all was hittin' it raw dog 

You don't wanna claim that? how you explain that? 

A ball that y'all shouldn't a got started 

Where was you when shorty turned two? 

Tell me what whould you do if the baby caught a flu 

You ain't even got a clue, if you do, tell me how to pursue 

But you quick to get hyper, come mess up my cypher 

No dough for no diapers, so why should I like ya? 

And you ain't never cared before 

So why should we care that you now see 74? 

Repeat 1 

[rashad] 

Whoooa, whoooa, yeah 

Whoooa, whoooa 

We can work it out 

Whoooa, whoooa 

Whoooa, whoaaaa 

Can we start over again? 

Whoaaa 

Yeah, yeah, yeah