Mark Ronson - Foolin' Around lyrics

"Don't let your baby catch you foolin' around You just might lose the best thing that you ever found" [Intro] [Rhymefest talking] Aight we cool. Myspace, nuhuh. Facebook? Haha. Black Planet? Oh no! You know what you know what? I lost one or two of 'em Catch you foolin' around. Look look look look look look look, now now... [Verse One] [Rhymefest] Now I was blessed with a brain and a dick that's fine I only got enough blood to use one at a time If you into givin' head, we'll be usin' our mind But my girl get home at six we can't be losin' the time All men cheat Don't act like it's a new thang I got numbers and try to disguise them in dude's names Like Anthony/Angie, Timothy/Tammy I be back I'm goin' to see my homie "Pat" up in Miami (bye!) Get back from Miami My girl got a jammie "What the hell is these cause they ain't Timothy's panties!" I'm like, "I-I bought 'em for you." Lies I got caught in a few I got a girl and f** as often as you All men cheat Hit strip clubs, trick dubs (make it rain!) Lap dances and dick rubs, forget love Once or twice tricked the rent off Showers two in the morning You ain't gettin' clean You washin' the scent off [Dres speaking] Listen. This is Dres. And I'm tryin' to let you know seriously You like your flavor of the month. You gotta lick it correctly I myself, I done licked all kind of flavors I mean, otherwise it's just gonna run down your fingers And uh, you know what that's called? A mess [Verse Two] [Rhymefest] You said your man got you candies and flowers last weekend? (Awww, he's so sweet!) No, THAT n***a cheatin' No wonder he be comin' home, smilin' and cheesin' You should f** me now, he gave you a reason Don't leave him Or try to key up his van On the real baby girl, he's just bein' a man What? You want you a faithful compan-ion? Well you should run and get a dog cause all men are hogs And we gonna say whatever it take to get in them drawers If you don't cheat you must be gayer than the Kids In The Hall (HEY!) How the hell you expect me to survive Look at how fine them girls is, half naked down on Lake Shore Drive And you want me to stay in line when They playin' Clipse in the club and all the girls get up and start +Grindin+ Jewelry on my neck, swingin' and shinin' If you got a tape deck homie, start rewindin'