Dâm-Funk - Howugonfuckaroundandchooseabusta? Lyrics

And now, back on Earth
Isn't that right, y'all
Yeah
All [?] in the club, shaking your ass in front of these busta ass mother f*ckers
What the f*ck is wrong with you
You know a real gangsta when you see one
I got a text from you saying you wanted to go out
I didn't mind because I want to take you out
We'll go all around little town, we'll party all night [inaudible 0:43-0:45]
Tonight you act like a fool

HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (how you gonna choose)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (over me)

Next thing I know I'm looking up in the funkosphere
I look around, look across the room, my vision's clear
And I'm amazed that you are crowded around these guys
Don't you know how that makes me feel
Girl, you know that ain't right
(you know)

HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (how you gonna choose)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (over me)

I would like to let you know from this point on little girl (little girl)
I see the way you act like a lush all up in this world
And I won't be taken advantage of by your little games
Don't know what got me into your brain

HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (how you gonna choose)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta (a busta)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (how you gonna choose)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (I'm a real one, baby)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta (how you gonna choose)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (over me, over me,over me)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta (oh, oh, oh)

I don't know why you keep playing these games
You come up in the club, saying you're coming with me
You just f*cking around with these lames
Baby, you gotta get your shit together
Because I ain't gonna be standing for this shit
And I know I'm gonna be falling back
But, I still know what time it is
Don't know why you want to act a fool, babe
All that In the club, in the parking lot acting cool y'all
With these funk man schools [?] bustas y'all
Cars you don't know what they are
(Baby, how ya)

HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (you... look these dudes in the eye)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta (f*ck around with me)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (standing right next to you, baby)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta (and on top of that you're gonna choose a busta)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (I can't believe it)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta (baby, I'm happy with the g's)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (prove me wrong baby)

Don't know why
You want to do this baby (girl)
Stop acting like a fool, baby

HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (how you gonna choose a busta, over me)
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a real gangsta
HowUGonF*ckAroundAndChooseABusta
Over a true gangsta (oh, oh, oh, oh)

You better stop playing
Quit playing
Quit playing, girl