Ain't nothin' but the truth ... talkin' bout them h** s wantin' respect ... please...
N. Talekt is an unsigned hip-hop artist from Richmond, VA. One half of Established Dons with Rah Scrilla, his excellent lyrics and creativity help him command s
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4) (f/ Stephanie)
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6) (Produced by N. Talekt)
7) (Produced by Platinum Tracks Productions)
8) The Come Up & Come Down (Interlude)
9) Day From Hell Pt 1 (Produced by N. Talekt)
10) (f/ Rob Steel)
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12) (Produced by N. Talekt)
13) The Pay Phone (Interlude)
14) Day From Hell Pt 2 (Produced by N. Talekt)
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16) Cherish Every Moment
17) Who Dat?
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Story behind the song
Life experiences ... lol
Lyrics
she was a true beauty wit her walk as her hind switch
only thing wooden 'bout my draws were my privates
tossin' off the hoody as i talk to this dime chick
talk is gettin' mushy and i'm hard as she grinds hips
we went from chattin', to some flowers, to relaxin' in a tower
to a whip shined so bright mike jackson woulda cowered
to the crib, arms, wrapped around and smilin'
our tongues, lashin' in our mouths, it went from mackin' for an hour
now i tap it in the shower, she was undressin' so quick and
at the finish she wanna be seen as a respectable woman
ya intellectual's missin', swift to give face and ya butt
can't be recognized as a princess wit the traits of a slut
stay wit ya back out for cash piles but wannabe ranked at the front
can't stick wit a girl who turns every embrace to a hump
letcha tail shake for a buck, claim u makin' it well
ya morals stay on the shelf, u should be ashamed of yaself, come on
[hook]
u get no mercy, u really got somthin' to be ashamed
of, like a turkey, u keep sumthin' stuffed in between ya legs
want respect? u ain't gettin' nothin' gimme a break
u just a nut, nothin' more, go on and strut to the door
she was the only high school girl duckin' monogamy
battin' her eyes around as if she suffered from allergies
since part of ya personality come from the crowd u keep
she stayed wit sluts, the type to hump erry guy she meet
but poutin' cheeks, poor girl stays depressed and moody
walkin' 'round wit flirt scripted on her chest and booty
wonderin' why she can't keep a guy, she's just a cutie
and why after breakfast he's like miss, excuse me -- i'll call u
a life of pregnancy scares, girl's raisin' some questions
she bathed in holy water prolly got the angels infected
ain't west virginian, but hicks on her navel and neck and
usin' kids to make her facial expressions -- disgustin'
who'd entrust in a girl, when erry night she roamin'
wit variety packages so she can try each trojan
ain't no tellin' how many of them manpipes she smokin'
and as far as bonin' she use the nike slogan -- who'd want ya?
[hook]
these chicks wit dresses that only come down to the center of they throats
ain't cut out for the A-list like members of intramural sports
just wanna get a push and poke, in the middle of her holes
and the next day she wonder why he done kicked her from his home
sendin' skimpy images, butt twitchin', lickin' lips
men goin' from strangers straight to friends wit benefits
limited to 40's set on nightstands while she throwin' head
closest to the night on the beach, is a dirty waterbed
and christmas seems worse, no one to kiss or greet her
forced to go door to door for sugar like trick or treaters
swallowin' kids by liters, only dreams and hopes that lurk
are on commercials as the got milk postergirl
respect she seekin' penis eatin' blast aretha in her speakers
beneath the sheets is her home, dudes, she keep three in between her
wanna seem proper and sweet, u ain't gettin' props in the streets
when u trick for more fellas than any mascot for a team!
[hook x2]
BIOTCH!!
[hook x2]
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