[Intro: Jazze Pha]
Ladies and gentlemen!
Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara
Superstar DJ's, here we go
[Chorus: Ciara]
They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that
He always in trouble," and I heard
"He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club," and they say
"He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips
He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard
"He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nuttin' but a thug"
So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat
So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat
[Verse 1: Smoke]
And they say - I'm a slut, I'm a ho, I'm a freak
I got a different girl every day of the week
You too smart, you'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard that they say about me
They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that
But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact
But you don't be hearin' it about your lover
You let it go in one ear and out the other
Now he say, she say, they say, I heard
If they fake, we can't let it get on our nerves
She miserable, she just want you to be
Like her, misery needs company
So don't listen to that vine of grapes - They're
Nuttin' but liars hatin', and I bet
They wouldn't mind tradin' pla-ces
With you by my side in my Mercedes
[Chorus: Ciara]
They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that
He always in trouble," and I heard
"He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club," and they say
"He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips
He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard
"He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nuttin' but a thug"
So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat
So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat
[Verse 2: Shawn Jay]
Mo' Money, Mo' Problems, life of a legend
Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin
So what, that's your cousin, they don't mean nuthin'
Her like missin' a type of affection you get
You just blind to the facts
See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention
Fuel to the fire, that supplies your suspicion
But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me
Why you stress this high school mess?
Break up never, they just jealous!
Drama from your momma, mean mug from your brothers
I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover
Yes - I, I been to jail
And yes - I'm grindin' for real
I'm a positive-talkin' negative pimp
They hate to see you doin' better than them, so!
[Chorus: Ciara]
They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that
He always in trouble," and I heard
"He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club," and they say
"He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips
He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard
"He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nuttin' but a thug"
So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat
So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat
[Interlude: Jazze Pha]
(Ladies and gentlemen, Ciara)
[Verse 3: Ciara]
Some people don't like, it
'Cause you hang out in the street
But you my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
This love is serious
No matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for ya
And I don't care what they say
Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the street
But you my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
I love the thug in ya
No matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for ya
And I don't care what they say
[Chorus: Ciara]
They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that
He always in trouble," and I heard
"He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club," and they say
"He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips
He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard
"He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nuttin' but a thug"
So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat
So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat
[Outro]
(Field Mob ad-libs as song fades)
