Slow V - Crazy Dates (CD's) lyrics

[Dialogue: Slow V & Retrospect] (S): Damn Retro, what's up wit that little dime I saw you with last week n***a (R): n***a who you talking bout son (S): Man you know who I'm talking bout, that little cutie n***a (R): Man, n***a that's nothing man, I've had some crazy ones back in day man (S): Naw n***a, really (R): n***a I play hoes like CD's man (S): Oh word (R): Yea man, I got them on rotation son (S): Damn n***a (R): Yo check this man, let me tell you about them dawg [Verse 1: Retrospect] Yo, I had this illmatic chick who would represent well She had a New York state of mind and it wasn't hard to tell She said guard your sk** she was the most supportive Until I caught her cheating with some n***a named Jordan Life's a b**h and then you die that's why I had to cut her off because I didn't half time In the past I've been through different situations Dominicans and Haitians, even Indians and Jamaicans There was this common chick that just moved from California But I thought she was a fiend 'cause she was always on the corner She didn't know what love was or how to be faithful She was mad I let her know, so I had to let her go It was written on the note, but she didn't get the message She didn't get to stepping, so I had to get the weapon I told she could take it in writing or she could take it in blood If you don't leave I'll put your face to the rug Face it your done, when I found you was a crumb in the slums I made you chowder, I gave you power But I ain't sweating it son, 'cause that there is gone Yo she was just a black girl lost, word up [Dialogue: Retrospect & Slow V] (S) Yea, ha (R) Yo man, I've had a lot of CD's on my deck (S) I heard that n***a (R) For real But I know I ain't the only one with some crazy stories (S) Nah man, I treat hoes like a radio n***a Turn them on and blow a hole though them like a speaker of something (R) Word (S) Yea, yo but check it [Verse 2: Slow V] My first girl was big, and she was ready to die She had suicidal thoughts, and was a friend of mine Warning, the doctor gave her, one more chance Juicy, it's unbelievable that things done changed Me and my b**h were set we had mad Respect Lived that Everyday Struggle but would always connect She would call me big poppa right before I'd shoot But I had to bounce when she said give me the loot My second chick was fine she lived a Beautiful Struggle She had black girl pain, so we would always cuddle She saw me at the game, at the park, around my way Going hard in that Ghetto Snow, I con a date As time went by, I found out she never been in love, apart from me Chick was really jock-ing me couldn't work it out Chick was really stalking me with broken gla** so I said back up off of me My third chick was Tical she had a PLO Style Once the Stimulation hit man I drove her wild She was all I need with her round Biscuits fastened Drove her something crazy when I had my thing in action And there it is, yea [Dialogue: Slow V & Retrospect] (S): yo retro, what's the deal son. Yo man, I hit b**hes like singles n***a (R): What the f** (S): Yea (R): n***a I drop hoes like album dates n***a (S): I pick a new chick every Tuesday n***a, like a record or something n***a (R): Ha, b**h n***a whatever man I put out b**hes like singles man, put them out there (S): Man when I'm done using them, I play them And then I throw them back on the self n***a, ha ha (R): Ha, and if that b**h ain't raw, if she ain't no cla**ic Like you just said I put that b**h back on the self (S): and there it is n***a (R): For real n***a CD's (S): S R n***a (R): Crazy Dates