No strugglin´ in the cracks, Smurkio goin´ Travis Know what I did ain´t braggin´
Feelings hurt, movin´ backwards Santa Monica´s proper, wifey lookin´ like an actress Kids super Louie runway, ??? dressed me for the GRAMMYs We done all had our heart broken before, took compassion Air-condition in the trenches, I had a cardboard on the back of it Pull up in the barbers, the mansory or the factory How you call me a dog? You a dog too, but to a pedigree
Why you so mad at me? Why you so mad at me? Uh Why you so mad at me? ´Posed to be proud of me, oh
She ain´t wanna fuck with me though She ain´t want my company though Take her straight to Tiffany & Co. Actin´ like he rich, but he broke Wash the pill down with Tito´ Why you say you mad at me though? You the one lied to me though Niggas wouldn´t latch to these hopes Drunk head, I gotta recoup I got you, let me disrespect Still actin´ shocked at me though Pedicure, manicure If you love her, just better her Ain´t nothin´ compare to her If you hurt, can´t compare the worst I love you, I said it first
Why you so mad at me? Why you so mad at me? Uh Why you so mad at me? ´Posed to be proud of me, oh Why you so mad at me? Why you so mad at me? Uh Why you so mad at me? ´Posed to be proud of me, oh