Somebody’s Got To Love Her

Yo man, my woman left me
Damn
Man, what you laughin’ at?
Man, I can’t even get no sympathy from a drunk
Hey, it’s me…T.C. and Hank
[I don’t know no God-damn Hank]
Man, what’s up with that?
Come on in, man…I was gonna let you in
Yeah you better had a let me in or we was gonna be bombin’ up in here
I’m in a bad mood, shit
Yeah [get out my face!]
Yo Gus, we ain’t gon’
I ain’t gonna rap tonight…I’m in…
I got the blues…I’m ready to do them blues man
Give it up…what you got for me?
Come on…yeah
There go Bud again singing over my head
Yo Bud, why don’t you just go on home
Cuz I got the blues tonight and I don’t wanna hear all that
[I knew your mama when she was ho’in]
Punk you better stop trippin’ before I start to bombin’ on your head
Cuz you’re leakin’ boy
[Nigga used to be a genius…I ain’t lyin’…books and numbers…didn’t need paper…]
That’s more like it…I was kinda bad, wasn’t I?
Yeah, come on y’all…come on Gus break it down for me man
Let me talk…

My girl’s gone, yeah
Tell me, I’m, I’m just wondering what is she gonna do?
Even though I love her
I’m gonna tell you now, she’s ugly enough for two
I mean me and you
Big oversize, nappy, weave wearing, ugly!
Don’t y’all be laughin’ now, you know what I’m talkin’ about
I done seen some of y’all out there

But I really, really love her
But I’m still wondering what is she gonna do?
And I ain’t really worried you know
Cuz she got to come back home
Cuz there ain’t no place to go
When you’re that ugly…you gots to…
You know what I’m sayin’
So baby why don’t you come on back home
And let me keep on lovin’ you
Yah yah yah

Somebody’s got to love you
Somebody’s got to play the fool
Yes they do now
Listen baby, somebody’s got to love you
Somebody’s got to play the fool
Yes they do
Come on back home girl
And bring that ugly baby back with you
Come back, come back
Gimme some guitar…yeah, boy
Play that guitar…yeah man
Make that guitar sound like my woman…the way she look…it’s ugly
Yeah…come on get funky with it now
What you say?
That’s it…look out
Watch yourself

Yeah yeah [Nigga used to be a genius]
Still am boy [Ugly muthafa] yeah that’s my woman
[Now the nigga can’t remember who he is] Shit, crazy

You remember Fred Sanford and Aunt Esther
Man, my woman
Remember Fred Sanford said Aunt Esther’s so ugly her face is a gorilla cookie mold
That’s what I think about that, about my woman sometimes
But I still love her
Yes I do….yeah
Yeah, uh huh
Ugly…she can’t help it…somebody’s got to love her