Hidden Track

Girl... you must think that I'm crazy,
But we all know you's a cutie,
And you're all like, "nuh uh boys dont wanna get with me."
Girl please,
I can see straight through those...
Fake colored contacts.
Your eye's aint blue, I bet that hair's held by glue.

--chorus--
Hey shorty, why you playin' games?
These games were played, the rules were made,
You dropped these names, and now you got nothing to say.
[x2]

It's like that episode of Cheaters-
And I'm that dude with the gun,
Hiding cameras in your bedroom.
Girl I know what you've done,
I might be your babys daddy but that dont mean shit,
When every dude on the block knows that you're a trick.

--chorus--

Uh, I'm not a rockstar but i still tend to rock hard,
You try to play games tease and try to keep me rock hard,
Try to make me slap you and see me in a cop car.
Catch me speeding like stock cars expectin' me to stop hard.
You playin with the mind of the craziest kind,
Tellin' me how much you love me when I know that youre lyin'.
You must be snortin' lines if you think that im cryin',
You manipulatin' backstabbin' cold and kanivin'.
I went from- last to first but this is first to last,
And I'm the major league playa you can kiss my ass trick.

Drop it like it's hot

Shake it like a salt shaker[x4]