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This Is Us
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LL COOL J
LL COOL J
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Thomas
Carl Thomas
Composer
James Todd Smith
James Todd Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vada J. Nobles
Vada J. Nobles
Producer
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I'ma give all y'all somethin', word up Word up, all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one Uh-huh, they gon' be like, "Yo you, you need to listen To that joint L made", word up, that's the joint you gotta listen to Y'know wat I mean? Check this out y'all I got the key that fits the lock of a real dog's mind B The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat? Slap me one day then Sunday he's so sweet? To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define 'Cause he beefin' when he broke but he arrogant when he shine It fucks you up, you wonder if you wastin' time Mention marriage, he lit a Dutch and peeped out the blinds What different niggaz feels in they hearts is scary I used to say shit like "C'mon baby, you should be honored to share me" She used to throw the cakes up, plus the burger was hairy I used to have to think of shit to keep 'em comin', you niggaz feel me? Baby or no baby I wasn't loyal or nuttin' Just me and my niggaz on tour, frontin' and hittin' somethin' Red lipstick prints all over my drawers Oh, you wanna be an actress huh? Well my movie's hardcore Like Dungeons & Dragons, gettin' brains in a Benz wagon Step out, jeans saggin', crew laughin' Gettin' blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece Nuttin' but the dog in me needin' to be released, this is us You know that I do, the best that I can But you don't seem to love me no more, no more (you don't seem to love me no more) I try to please you and be your man (be your man) But you don't seem to love me no more, no more (be your man) The Flipsyde of the coin, what team you wanna join? You in The Tunnel every Sunday exposin' your tenderloins In every rap cat's face, with some ol' flirty shit to say Need to go home, wash your kids up and put your tits away Me and my clique in motion, champagne and Alize Got your mind bubblin' crazy, wanna flip Cool J Spend your last on your hairdo but you ain't save a dime To put your child through college baby, now have you? Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew And skip that 'Bills Bills' shit broads is goin' through I know this prostitute who said that life ain't cute Child born with a destiny only God can dispute Players giggle and laugh, flashin' gats and cash My dogs don't care about you Boo, they like your ass Told me if I call and your man answer, ask for L So he can say, "No L live here," our code is ill Tell him you about to catch a flick with Sherell Plottin' and schemin' in the shower, masturbatin' on the cell The neighborhood hustler, that cat we all know That nigga we grew up with, son from next do' My dream was to flow and escape the hell below But the demons in my life set fire to my dough I thought about murder, I vowed my revenge Like the devil's pumpin' hate through my heart with a syringe This is us You know that I do, the best that I can But you don't seem to love me no more, no more I try to please you and be your man (I try to your man) But you don't seem to love me no more, no more They say a man gon' be a man but that's only half the scenario You nag a cat, you givin' him a license to fuck a hoe When a man come home late, he want his girl to say hello Not hear all that bullshit, 'bout, "Nigga where you go?" Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the stove Messages written down, blunt rolled ready to go Give me a hug, not too long, give me space When a cat got issues don't need you all up in his face Rub your breasts, kick back, smile a little If it's rainin' outside, chill, listen to the drizzle Now kiss my chest, call me Superman Pull down my boxers by the Calvin Klein band Bologna Wash it, enjoy the flavor, I return the favor This behavior, should save ya From me all night freakin' with a nineteen year-old Half naked Puerto Rican, creamy ass leakin' Every man will agree, when she nag it's killin' me I don't always wanna talk about how the world is shittin' on me I sip some Alize and meditate the pain away And get in my own zone where I wanna be alone for solo Reminisce with photos And missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know? Chill, relax baby, support me from the background Believe in my dreams, instead, you and your girls sat 'round Complain about, who's tradin' ass for cash If there ain't no trust then just us can't last This is us, I know you feelin' that Think about that shit, word up You know that I do, the best that I can But you don't seem to love me no more, no more I try to please you and be your man But you don't seem to love me no more, no more Your man, your man, your man Everything we've been through, yeah All the places we've been, yeah Just don't know if I'll be the same again, ha Ever since you walked all, all over me, ha And even if we bring this back together, ha (You know that I do, the best that I can) You know it won't be the same, no, no, no, no (but you don't seem to love me no more) No, no, no, no, no (You know that I do, the best that I can) Oh I, I, baby I, tried to be your man (but you don't seem to love me no more) Whoa, oh yeah, hoo hoo hoo Can't you hear me? Can't you hear me?
Writer(s): James Todd Smith, Vada Nobles, Carl Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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