You should blame Ne-Yo, the tracking tail, of young player
Shot down in this crime, check it out
Cut it right to the chase Ima keep it bro
my wight from that side of the dance floor, sugar
My shoes are stepped on, my great are gone, I spilled it
Tryn to get over here, but I aint tripping cause I got paid for every drink that I spill,
A bottle replaces it
Every chick I loose, a model replaces it
Im sorry forgive me, Im bragging
Ive been out of my way to check and aint
Something that happens every day in fact
Girl I came, remember the last time I had to go get my
Normally they just to the truck
I pick one that I want then we bounce to the spot
We do what we do and then I tell I hit the block
But then I picked a name so pack it up and lets go
What was that? What you mean? No Gotcha
Oh no no no, gotcha X2
I thought I was the man in the of my
Oh no no no, gotcha X2
I thought I was the man in the of my
Then momma look, you must not understand
Youre standing in the presence of the man
Any woman in here that I wantin
And all I do is becoming its hard that Im gonna get, dont trip
Im knowing this is a little scary, happens so very, I am your envy
Im gonin to get you red goose and cranberry, the yellow canary, juice must be
Little momma, didnt mean to intimidate,
I can feel Im worthy of humiliate
I know youre thinkin to yourself this is really great
All momma girls here wants me to get
Well its you little momma, its you
I forget people early, beein a fool its cool
Take a show me lifes good, What ?
I just feel tryin to say nooo
Oh no no no, gotcha X2
in the palm of my hand.