Lyrics:

{Project Pat} Don't you get mad at me cause your broad den chose-a Glad to see the truck when I pull up Gon' pop the lock big botty hoppin' in now Dark skin, gold teeth mann you know we in now I know that's your baby momma I know that it hurts some You know when we get together I'm gon' let her twurk some Let her hit the blunt some No time of the month some Pull out a condom Then I make a run some Freaky as she wanna be I'ma let her gonna be She can be herself anytime that she get wit' me Backseat action riverside relaxin' Flick out the DVD that ass I'm waxin' I'ma keep it real wit' cha I'ma let her deal wit' cha I don't fight over hoes I'ma let the steel hit cha All on the town talkin' bad tryna down me In your heart really sad boy you betta crown me [Chorus] I, I choose you baby Oh I, I choose you baby (Project Pat) You fuckin' wit' my lut' When you lay on yo' child support She alwayz give me half of that on my car note Hundred spoke rims sittin' slick on the Escalade Couldna been the king of heart mane baby got me paid First of the year tax time keep me wit' a smile I'ma get a extra couple g's claimin' yo' child Yeah that's why I know This is the world that we living in Don't get hot, stya about my game, and quit meddling Pedalin' in these weed sacks Nigga give me feedback I don't need no stems dog You can get the seeds back Always been a hustla That's were shit is diggin' Do just like I tell her to And wit' no renigen Her lips and my brain We can go a long way On her arm my name Got that for her birthda