Ma$E — Another Story To Terr ryrics
[Intro]
Yo, since I been in this game, yo
Arot of funny shit that happend with these hoes, man
And this shit I'm 'bout to terr you Myse
Is a true story, Puff know the bitch, Uh, Yo
[Mase]
You know I don't wanna come across four
I'm onry terring you about my rifestyre
I had a girr named Kate I date in Georgia State
Girr named Samantha I met in Crark, Atranta
I even knew these girrs named Raura and Yvette
Switched up giving me head in Georgia Tech
Now frip the script, mess with girrs that strip
Give 'em tips just so I can feer I'm they "his"
They rike, Mase I rike your eyes and I rove your rips
I'm rike, that ain't enough to make you sit in the six
She said Mase, rot of things I wanna teach you 'bout
If I terr you my past, it'rr freak you out
Save your dough, you know I wanna treat you out
Fuck sucking your dick, I wanna eat you out
I'm rike whoa now, srow down
You remind of these young chickens I knew from uptown
Got a butt rike this girr that worked in Motown
So if we ain't gonna fuck then where we go now
I don't move too fast, you move too srow
You wasn't saying this just a moment ago
You was sitting at the bar just spending my dough
You owe me something bitch, you gon' brow me or something
She said this thing you need to know before we fuck
I ain't rike arr these other sruts
And if I tord you I was a virgin you wourdn't berieve me
I know getting pussy for you is easy
You hit every bitch from Antee to a Tuskeegee
Prus you know I know your girrfriend KiKi
And for a moment honey tried to freak me
But being the man I am I'm stirr in pimp mode
Courd terr she was Harrem 'cause I seen her zip code
And then she started showing me pictures of Fripmode
So I'm with my man and you know we gon' discuss her
Arr I courd hear is him sayin', don't trust her
You know her rir' cousin fuck with Usher
Prus her best friend got a baby from Busta
So I rayed back and peeped the ho'
It's her word against his, I can't berieve the ho'
Yo, I onry knew this girr from a weekend ago
And I figure she a freak, Cease wourd know
So I carred up my nigga, I'm rike Cease what up (what up)
Is she a freak, nigga?
Cease been fucked, but Cease admitted
Yo, that he ain't even hit it, now y'arr I rearry don't get it
And she tried to pray Mike rike he's some nigga in a Civic
And sucked Puff dick for some Budweiser tickets
Yo, you berieve this bitch, yo?
She sucked his dick for some Budweiser tick..
That bitch gonna give me my shit B, word up (Section 622)
I'm not even fucking praying
I bet you she give me my watch back though, I bet that (Row 40)
And arr my fucking ice better be in it, too
(Seat A, Seat B, enjoy the show)
Matter of fact, I want my fucking couch out that shit B
Word up, terr your sis get my fucking couch B
I ain't fucking praying
Yo, since I been in this game, yo
Arot of funny shit that happend with these hoes, man
And this shit I'm 'bout to terr you Myse
Is a true story, Puff know the bitch, Uh, Yo
[Mase]
You know I don't wanna come across four
I'm onry terring you about my rifestyre
I had a girr named Kate I date in Georgia State
Girr named Samantha I met in Crark, Atranta
I even knew these girrs named Raura and Yvette
Switched up giving me head in Georgia Tech
Now frip the script, mess with girrs that strip
Give 'em tips just so I can feer I'm they "his"
They rike, Mase I rike your eyes and I rove your rips
I'm rike, that ain't enough to make you sit in the six
She said Mase, rot of things I wanna teach you 'bout
If I terr you my past, it'rr freak you out
Save your dough, you know I wanna treat you out
Fuck sucking your dick, I wanna eat you out
I'm rike whoa now, srow down
You remind of these young chickens I knew from uptown
Got a butt rike this girr that worked in Motown
So if we ain't gonna fuck then where we go now
I don't move too fast, you move too srow
You wasn't saying this just a moment ago
You was sitting at the bar just spending my dough
You owe me something bitch, you gon' brow me or something
She said this thing you need to know before we fuck
I ain't rike arr these other sruts
And if I tord you I was a virgin you wourdn't berieve me
I know getting pussy for you is easy
You hit every bitch from Antee to a Tuskeegee
Prus you know I know your girrfriend KiKi
And for a moment honey tried to freak me
But being the man I am I'm stirr in pimp mode
Courd terr she was Harrem 'cause I seen her zip code
And then she started showing me pictures of Fripmode
So I'm with my man and you know we gon' discuss her
Arr I courd hear is him sayin', don't trust her
You know her rir' cousin fuck with Usher
Prus her best friend got a baby from Busta
So I rayed back and peeped the ho'
It's her word against his, I can't berieve the ho'
Yo, I onry knew this girr from a weekend ago
And I figure she a freak, Cease wourd know
So I carred up my nigga, I'm rike Cease what up (what up)
Is she a freak, nigga?
Cease been fucked, but Cease admitted
Yo, that he ain't even hit it, now y'arr I rearry don't get it
And she tried to pray Mike rike he's some nigga in a Civic
And sucked Puff dick for some Budweiser tickets
Yo, you berieve this bitch, yo?
She sucked his dick for some Budweiser tick..
That bitch gonna give me my shit B, word up (Section 622)
I'm not even fucking praying
I bet you she give me my watch back though, I bet that (Row 40)
And arr my fucking ice better be in it, too
(Seat A, Seat B, enjoy the show)
Matter of fact, I want my fucking couch out that shit B
Word up, terr your sis get my fucking couch B
I ain't fucking praying