Artist: Eightball Album: Lost Song: My Homeboy's Girlfriend Typed by: r0llinlacs@yahoo.com (Verse 1) My nigga, C He from Texas, I'm from Tennessee We do our thang Wit' them thangs, makin currency He got the hook-up wit' Columbians and Mexicans He wraps 'em up and ships 'em out And I supply the ends Exellent profit got us livin elegant Laundromat style washes away the evidence Get on a plane every week-end and visit I would visit his town And he would visit Memphis Take the nigga clubbin Embassy suites and freaks Up all night Sippin 'tussin, smokin Sweets One week-end... I'm in his town, his crib You really must trust a nigga to show him where you live Fly scenery, space-age things n' big screens In the den, shootin pool, puffin on some good green In walked the woman that was C's fiance He said that he loved her and would marry her one day Her name was Angela, damn she was fine I admit I had evil thoughts rushin my mind Moschino fittin tight, she was dressed to kill She winked, but I didn't think the ho was for-real (Hook) What am I Supposed to do When I'm takin a chance Fuckin with you (My homeboy's girlfriend) Now, what if someone Found out about us Then, someone Is gonna get fucked up (My homeboy's girlfriend) (Verse 2) The smell of breakfast, woke me up from my dreams Bakin, sizzlin, searchin for the kitchen like a fiend What I seen, straight took me by surprise Angela half-naked, not tryin to hide She saw me lookin, but kept cookin What's up wit' that? Invited me to sit down, and said she'd be right back I poured a glass of O.J. and pulled up a seat Angela came right back and sat next to me Kissed me on my cheek and said... "Ohh, you cute" "I don't know what it is, but it's just somethin about you" With her hand on my leg, she kissed my on my neck I said, "Baby chill, this is too much disrespect-" "-If C walked in, he'd be a mad motherfucka-" "-And ain't no pussy gon' come between brothas-" "-Lovers, we can't be, cause that's bad business" [Angela] "Ohh, you can have all of this, and there won't be no witnesses" All in my lap, on my early-morning hard dick Grindin on it, pullin it Before I knew, was suckin it Ended up fuckin it, I guess I'm a weak man It's hard to understand my homeboy's girlfriend (Hook) (Verse 3) Me and C Jumped in the Benz and hit the town for a while I couldn't believe what just happened man, this shit too wild If C finds out, he might trip and try'ta kill me And I ain't the type of nigga that's gonna feel guilty Later on, we was at the pad, kickin back C, had to make a run to go and serve a pack Before he made it out the drive-way good Angela was all on me, tryin'a suck on my wood On the pool table, on the floor, man what a whore I was lookin out for C, she was beggin me for more An hour later, C walked through the door Un-aware that I was just in his lady's underwear I flew home the next day, still reminiscin' Not believin I just dicked on my homie's miss-es This-is, a fuckin trip man I will never understand my homeboy's girlfriend (Hook)