Boys and girls wanna hear a true storySaturday night I was at this real wild partyThey had the liquor overflowing the cupAbout five, six strippers tryin' to work for a buck and I, took one girl outside wit meHer name was LoniShe went to junior high with me,I said, why you up in that dance for cashI guess a lots changed since I seen you lastShe said...What would you do if ya son was at homeCryin' all alone on the bedroom floorCause he's hungry, and the only way to feed himIs to, sleep with a man for a little bit of moneyAnd his daddys gone, somewhere smoking rock now in and out of lock-downI ain't got a job now, so for you this just a good time but for me this is what I call life. Hmmm...Girl you ain't the only one wit a babyThat's no excuse to be living all crazyThen she looked me right square in the eye and said every day I wake up hopin' to dieShe said (nigga) I know about pain 'causeMe and my sister ran away so my daddy couldn't rape us, before I was a teenager, I'da been through more shit you can't even relate ta.What would you do if ya son was at homeCryin' all alone on the bedroom floorCause he's hungry, and the only way to feed himIs to, sleep with a man for a little bit of moneyAnd his daddys gone, somewhere smoking rock now in and out of lock-downI ain't got a job now, so for you this just a good time but for me this is whar I call life. Hmmm...No wait a second, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold upStop the record yo, stop the recordYo shorty you ain't gotta be goin' out like this manHold upWhat would you do?Get up on my feet, and let go of every excuseWhat would you do?Cause I wouldn't want my baby to go through what I went throughCome on, what whould you do?Get up on my feet and stop makin' tired excusesWhat would you do?Girl I know if my mother can do it, baby you can do it...What would you do if ya son was at homeCryin' all alone on the bedroom floorCause he's hungry, and the only way to feed himIs to, sleep with a man for a little bit of moneyAnd his daddys gone, somewhere smoking rock now in and out of lock-downI ain't got a job now, so for you this just a good time but for me this is what I call life. Hmmm...What would you doIf your son was at homeCryin' all alone on the bedroom floorCause he's hungryAnd the only way to feed him is toSleep with a man for a lil bit of money and his daddys gone, somewhere smoking rock nowIn and out of lock-downI ain't got a job nowSo for you this is a good time but for me this is what I call lifeWhat would you do if ya son was at homeCryin' all alone on the bedroom floorCause he's hungry, and the only way to feed himIs to, sleep with a man for a little bit of moneyAnd his daddys gone, somewhere smoking rock now in and out of lock-downI ain't got a job now, so for you this just a good time but for me this is what I call life. Hmmm...


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Songwriters: Calvin Broadus, Delmer Drew Arnaud, Dwight Williams, Jewell Caples, Ricardo Brown, Keith Blair, Paul Crossdale


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