
By City High
Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story?
Saturday night was at this real wild party
They had the liquor overflowin' the cup, about
5 or 6 strippers tryin' to work for a buck
And I took one girl outside wit me,
Her name was Loni,
She went to Junior High wit me,
I said, "Why you up in there dancin' for cash?
I guess a whole lots changed since I seen you last"
She said
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"What would you do
If your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
'Cause he's hungry?
And the only way to feed him
Is ta sleep wit' a man
For a little bit of money,
And his Daddy's gone somewhere
Smokin' rock now,
In and out of lock down,
I ain't got a job now,
So for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life"
Girl you ain't the only one wit' a baby,
That's no excuse to be livin' all crazy
Then she looked me right square in the eye
And said, "Everyday I wake up hopin' to die"
She said, "Nigga I know about pain 'cause
Me and my sista ran away, so my daddy
Couldn't rape us, before I was a teenager
I done been through more sh*t,
You can't even relate ta"
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Ooh
Then she said, "What would you do if?"
Get up on my feet
And let go of every excuse
What would you do if...?
'Cause I wouldn't want my baby,
To go through what I went through
What would you do if...?
Get up on my feet,
Stop makin' tired excuses
What would you do if...?
Girl I know if my mother can do it,
Baby you can do it
Ooh, ooh, ooh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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(Rap:)
What would you do
If your son was at home,
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
'Cause he's hungry?
And the only way to feed him
Is to sleep wit' a man for a little bit of money,
And his Daddy's gone smokin' rock now,
In and out of lock down,
I ain't got a job now,
So for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life (Come on)
Repeat chorus