Girl Next Door lyrics

[Voice:]You're the same old girl who lived across the streetAnd you're the same old girl yeahYou're the same old girl who lived across the street[Crayon:]I was in love with this young womanMust've been wildingI bought her everythingFrom clothes to the finest of diamondsAlong this ladder we climbingConstantly running into problemsTrying to figure out and find ways that we can solve 'emShe said she needed spaceOkay, I thought I'd go with the planCome to find outShe in the arms of her next manStill love struck like a dumb fuckAnd what it summed upShe threw my heart in the streetAnd hit it with a dump truckNow I walk aloneWith these suicidal thoughtsDrinking Henny by the quartsThinkin was it my faultAnd my peoples say Ray look, forget about the trickBut I really wouldn't careIf I lay dead up in a ditchThat shit hurt!If I was smart I would've seen it from the startBut nobody teaching brothers the dilemmas of the heartThey say a man ain't supposed to cryBut yo I hurt insideAt night
alone I'm shedding tears through my swollen eyesAnd though she hurt my prideI still got my mindThat keep rewinding my thoughts to better timesI'm having flashbacks[Hook: Prostitute (T-pot Stilletto)]-Hey daddy... I know you want me, but nothing in this world's for freeYou gotta pay me. It's worth itI'll let you taste it (moans)Come here baby.. You don't got no money? Nothing at all?[Rock Shabazz:]Stepped out the backseat of a carBack under that lamp poleDamp clothes from slight rainLife's pains gives her migrainesSnuck her hand through her purse full of rubbers for some TylenolI recall, this girl was one pretty broadNow she's cheap and sleazy like the New York PostSliding up and down poles all over New York's coastIn dirty basementsWith thirsty patrons that's impatientGiving payments to young pimps who push her down strollsWith other so called hoesIn Hunts Point, Queens Plaza or Pennsylvania aveWhere white suits come paying for assNever taking her mathSpending nights under sweaty
men with diseases for cashBut these female rappers got her gassedSixteen showing her ass, talking trashScandalous on the aveShe laughs out loud at Captain Save-A-HoesWho ask if they could take her homeTake her to church and make her wholesomeWonders if her neighbors know she's hoeingHeavy perfume to mask her soul that's decomposingWhere is she going?But the fact she's owning, the flyest clothes of the momentGot her condoning, the fact she's boningNiggaz she's not even knowingOn these dangerous streetsAshamed to go home but one creep from laying six feetCan't believe you the girl I pushed on swings back in pre-schoolGot me worrying about you, whenever I don't see you[Sample:]But now you running around, I don't knowBut now you running around, I don't knowYou're the same old girl who lived across the streetAnd you're the same old girl yeahYou're the same old girl who lived across the street