[Master P]
Yo Snoop, you and Silkk remember that shit called dumb girl?
Well check this shit out, I got one called thug girl.
Ha ha ha ha
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at
Where they at
I heard you jocking Master P cause he got a Mercedes
And you wanna be his lady and probably have his baby
You just wanna
She's Too Good For Me
She don't like to hear me sing
She don't want no diamond ring
She don't want to drive my car
She won't let me go that far
She don't like the way I look
She don't like the things I cook
She don't like the way I play
She don't like the things I say
But oh, oh, the games we play
She's too good for me
She's too good for me
She don't like the jokes I make
She don't like the drugs I take
She don't like the friends I got
She don't like my friends a lot
She don't like the clothes I wear
She don't like the way I stare
She don't like the tales I tell
She don't like the way I smell
But oh, oh, the games we play
She's too good for me
She's too good for me
Would she prefer it if I washed myself more often than I do?
Would she prefer it if I took her to an opera or two?
I could distort myself to be the perfect man
She might prefer me as I am. Oh,
She don't want to meet my folks
She don't want to hear my jokes
She don't want to fix my tie
She don't want to even try
She don't like the books I read
She don't like the way I feed
She don't want to save my life
She don't want to be my wife
But oh, oh, the games we play
She's too good for me
She's too good for me
She's too good for me
She's too good for me
She's too good for me