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What About Us Lyrics By Total

    puffy
    yeah uh
    yeah uh
    yeah yeah yeah
    yeah come on
    i like the way it’s goin’ down
    i ain’t done a remix in a long time
    i like to make it hot
    i like to make it real hot
    black rob come on

    black rob
    aye yo who dat comin’ through my block like that
    oh nobody but that bad boy cat
    what’s his name black rob
    ya’ll heard duke was famous
    moneysoft puffy joints total house the ladies
    it’s bangin’ in the clubs oh my good
    ya’ll be wishin’ that those brothers came through my hood
    take a diffrent approach just play respect the coach
    that’s black since i’m rollin’ wit’ total
    that’s that

    pam
    baby seen you lookin’ at other ladies
    just finished having your baby
    why’d you have to go go and leave me
    baby you know i’m about to be swazy
    can’t stop my lover from being shady
    why’d you have to go go and leave me

    what about you
    what about me
    what about us
    what you gon’ do
    total help me sing
    what about you
    what about me
    what about us
    what you gon’ do

    what we gonna do
    what we gonna do yeah

    keisha
    baby i know that you’ve been pimpin’
    mr baller trickin’
    why’d you have to go go and leave me
    baby i always been your baby
    love makin’ this girl go crazy
    i can’t understand why you left me uhhmm

    repeat

    i remember we used to spend
    countless nights you were my best of friends
    our love could be one that never ends
    whatever happened to yours

    black rob
    aye yo what about you what about me
    i’m tryin’ to get dough nothin’ come for free
    and i know you like the way black flava parlay
    i slide like a man with gators on parcae
    floors it’s me who hordes the door like prince
    navigator doo doo brown the quint wit’ light tint
    me and mruder gotta be the cheddar we seein’ first
    oh i ain’t gonna spit one one verse
    sometimes i feel cursed ya’ll dson’t want me to rise
    dough in the purse
    rather see me faze down in the back of a hursh
    but i reufse to lose don’t batter the bruised
    throw mine’s to get my grill on the 6 o’clock news
    we be smoke pretty e wit’ d in eclass
    spittin’ flase information i know gone need backup
    till you can’t black rob heavyweight champ
    when i strike i’m gonna leave bad boy stamp come on what about us

    repeat x

    Artist: Total

    Year: 1997

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 250