Out Of Your Mind

[Intro: Martin Lawrence]
Okay let me tell you something, you know
I am tired of all ya'll, I am trying to share this with you
I am trying to get this to jail, you know what I am saying
You know, if you can't get with the (?) pour a lil music though the bone, you know what I am saying
You know, this is yours
But you don't like that? That's fine
You can leave, you can always leave
I'm not holding hands

[Verse 1]
I got a girl at home, but she don't cook
I have my condoms in the stove 'cause she won't look
And she never ever go to the grocery store
So I figure it's safe to pull a grocery ho
She was buyin' Alizé out the liquor aisle
She said, "I hope it's not too ghetto"
Rocked all gold, forcе back in style
I kept her numbеr on file for my girl be actin' wild
Like last week, I told her
"Take me to the mall", but she don't drive
My other girl picked me up at 3:05
She got a brand new car, sixteen
Now the car only one years old, oh
Man, but the body look grown, whoa
Before I catch a case, I better take my ass home
Where the problems is, arguments be daily like Carson is
But the problem is

[Interlude: Martin Lawrence]
Fuck you, you know what I am saying
Fuck em, okay?
I don't fuck with what you have, (?) that's material bullshit
It don't mean shit, it don't make what's in the motherfucking heart

[Verse 2]
Gangster shit, hold up, wait a second, man
That's that thrift store info, that's all second-hand
Why don't you talk to the mouth of the horses 'bout my Porsches?
Condos in front of the golf courses
Instead you stay up and count every second like a fake Roley
I'm real, so you know I move real slowly
The way the censorship should go off, you know me
I ain't call you, you wanna know why?
I'm in Noha, Honaloha, pushin' jet skis
So I couldn't return the pages on my Motorola
Nextel, my cell, it don't work down there
What happened in Cancun stayed down there
What's happenin' here made me wish I stayed down there
Take a seat, why you always makin' a beef?
You know these walls too thin in this apart-a-ment
Now everybody hearin' our arguments
But the problem is

[Interlude: Martin Lawrence]
Why you acting like this?
But let you have some fly shit, some nice beautiful shit (gangstas)
That's what they gon leave you, you can tell em come here let me tell you something
I am tired of arguing

[Verse 3]
Man, boo, you know what I do
So don't trip when I come home after two
Or three or four, I ain't messin' with them girls no more
This week, the Benz coupe is so sweet
When I roll down the street, tears roll down her cheek
She said, "You must love that car more than me
And nigga, I was with you before the cheese
So you need to work on your pri-or-ities"
If she went with Fabolous, I bet that she would be
A-R-G-U-I-N-G and please
I'm not actin' like this 'cause I'm getting spins on
W-K-R-P in Cincinnati
You think I'd get my voice so deep like
W-K-R-P in Cincinnati
That's how much of a fuck I give
You seen Cribs? That's how the fuck I live
As far as this?