It was a low key saturday the summer of 03
Me & my chicas chillin feelin fly in my favorite jeans
When the chevy rolled up bouncin 4 vatoz deep
He was trynna get at me
In no time I was all weak in luv

Boy u neva actin right
But u got me actin like
& all my real homegurls don't know y and neither do I

Could it be the way he touch me
How he hold me
Why he got me doin all these things
Guess I'm sprung on this thug
And I don't know y
He's hustlin
He's ridin
He's out there doin all these things
But I'm sprung on this thug
And I don't y

Sometimes it can b crazy sumtimes it feelz so good
And if anyone disrespects me u'll bring out da hood
But itz all this back and forth wit u
Twisted up in court
Alwayz say u gettin right BUT
U jus can't leave dat life alone

REPEAT (hook)

All my mijas bang on me but they don't understand
"LaLa we ain't seein u u always wit ur man"
They say he aint no good 4 me
Is this really where I wanna
"So y's he in yo life"
I don't know but he works it right!