Letra da Música Lady

[Obie Trice]

Hey, can we re, can we reenact Biggie's song?

C-can you shit on me?

I just want you to shit on me

CHORUS [Eminem]

Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby

(Hey lady, hey lady)

I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend

(I don't think you really wanna be my girl)

If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions

(Fuckin' with me can be dangerous...)

I'll kill you

Bitch I'm fuckin'

(You never know what I really be like)

For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered

(be like, be like, be like, I'm your type, I'm your type)

If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love

(And might even get a little bit crazy)

[Obie Trice]

Baby I'm extra large (huge) in magnitude

And Magnums to lubrication that I use

to choose which hole on a ho I abuse (yes)

Have 'em confused, can't tell who is who

When I fuck the shit out you, then the next date (bitch)

I rush the shit out you, off my two-way (ooh wait)

You wanna cuddle, emotional hustle up on Pocono's

Poke ya nose in and outta Obie's own

No, I'm in and out your home

And this in and out your tone

I ain't the nigga that settles 'em down

Put 'em in nice homes and floss 'em around (nah)

I bounce 'em around

Camcord the sex and sell 'em around town

Now how that sound?

If I was in love wit' ya, now you wanna clown

Fuck with them clowns until I pound on your crown

Bust a few rounds and the cops come and get me

Bad mouth a nigga just to convince a jury

You don't want it with me, you just horny as me

You want a nut, nuttin' but what is you be

[Eminem]

I'm internationally known baby but actually

There are few people who know how I am naturally

All you know is that I can act irrationally

When you shove a puppet up in my face on national TV

So they label me this crazed loony rap bully

But truthfully that ain't the truth

And if you believe in that shit

Then you'll believe anything's true

And you're too stupid to ever get to know me personally

But personally, that actually works for me

'cause the last thing that I need's a string attached to me

I'ma bachelor bitch and I ain't in no fast fury

To run out and find a new Mrs. Mathers

'cause see technically me and Kim ain't back fully

But we do still make booty calls occasionally

But be damned if I end up back in that pad

And we end up back at that God damn tavern

And havin' another déjà vu, we seein' security

Pass my pussy around like it's Ja Rule's jewelry

I got news for you bitch, your new curfew's early

You ain't home by 2:30 {*gunshot*}

Chorus

[Obie Trice]

See you lookin' at the life, you lookin' at the lights (lights)

You lookin' at the ice (ice)

You ain't lookin' at the Trice (right)

You should look at some advice when I see he ain't nice (nope)

Despite the fact you think you the feisty type

O love to fight (uh) I love the drama (yeah)

Love when my bitch get to cussin' out Yolanda (fuck you bitch)

Find the Obie condom on the counter

Swingin' her weave, can't breathe like I can't believe

Least I ain't deceived and try to mislead

And sell a dream just to get you on my team

I came clean to keep down the beef

Keep down my reach, you can keep all your teeth

[Eminem]

What we do under the covers should stay between the covers

And the two of us and we ain't gotta be news coverage

On the front page cover of "Buzz's New Lovers"

And this is when the bitch get to showin' the true colors

'cause the truth of it, everything that I do's public

And you'd love it if you could run and tell all your friends

Guess who you just screwed, assume just me and you've done it

And say that you was rubbered and show 'em the proof of it

But I guess it's do unto others as you'd have 'em do unto you

But you better be careful of who you're doin' it to

'cause you never know when the shoe

could end up on the other foot and it backfires on you

'Cause you think you want it then you want me, then you get me

Then you got me and you're fucked 'cause you'll be stuck with me

for the rest of your life 'cause if I get attached to you

we'll be joined at the hip, I'll be so latched to you

You'll be walkin' out the house and I'll run up and tackle you

Chain your ass up to the bed and shackle you

You don't think you're leavin' this house in that, do you?

Not till I brand my name in your ass and tattoo you

And have you walkin' out this bitch in turtleneck sweaters

Scarves and full leathers in 90 degree weather

Front on me? Never

'Cause we gon' be together forever

Right bitch? {*gun cock*}

Right bitch? {*gun cock, shot*}

Chorus

(fall in love) (crazy)

(fall in love) (crazy)

(fall in love) (crazy)