What Would You Do lyrics
Boys and girls wanna hear a true story
Saturday night I was at this real wild party They had the liquor overflowing the cup About five, six strippers tryin' to work for a buck and I, took one girl outside wit me Her name was Loni She went to junior high with me, I said, why you up in that dance for cash I guess a lots changed since I seen you last She said... What would you do if ya son was at home Cryin' all alone on the bedroom floor Cause he's hungry, and the only way to feed him Is to, sleep with a man for a little bit of money And his daddys gone, somewhere smoking rock now in and out of lock-down I ain't got a job now, so for you this just a good time but for me this is what I call life. hmmm... Girl you ain't the only one wit a baby That's no excuse to be living all crazy Then she looked me right square in the eye and said every day I wake up hopin' to die She said (nigga) I know about pain 'cause Me and my sister ran away so my daddy couldn't rape us, before I was a teenager, I'da been through more shit you can't even relate ta. What would you do if ya son was at home Cryin' all alone on the bedroom floor Cause he's hungry, and the only way to feed him Is to, sleep with a man for a little bit of money And his daddys gone, somewhere smoking rock now in and out of lock-down I ain't got a job now, so for you this just a good time but for me this is whar I call life. hmmm... No wait a second, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Stop the record yo, stop the record Yo shorty you ain't gotta be goin' out like this man Hold up What would you do? Get up on my feet, and let go of every excuse What would you do? Cause I wouldn't want my baby to go through what I went through Come on, what whould you do? Get up on my feet and stop makin' tired excuses What would you do? Girl I know if my mother can do it, baby you can do it... What would you do if ya son was at home Cryin' all alone on the bedroom floor Cause he's hungry, and the only way to feed him Is to, sleep with a man for a little bit of money And his daddys gone, somewhere smoking rock now in and out of lock-down I ain't got a job now, so for you this just a good time but for me this is what I call life. hmmm... What would you do If your son was at home Cryin' all alone on the bedroom floor Cause he's hungry And the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a lil bit of money and his daddys gone, somewhere smoking rock now In and out of lock-down I ain't got a job now So for you this is a good time but for me this is what I call life What would you do if ya son was at home Cryin' all alone on the bedroom floor Cause he's hungry, and the only way to feed him Is to, sleep with a man for a little bit of money And his daddys gone, somewhere smoking rock now in and out of lock-down I ain't got a job now, so for you this just a good time but for me this is what I call life. hmmm...
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