Songtext Ex girl to the next girl Gang Starr

Ex girl to the next girl

Verse One You know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker,lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made amistake yes I fell in love with this ill chicksweatin' me for money, my name and the dilsnickmy homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefitshe used to say I'd better quit hanging with those derelectsromancing is my thing but I can't swing with no scheming hoeswherever my beema goes you know that I'm drivingsurviving in the 90's is a must so I trustthat everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust
I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirtdo much work while other suckas need more time to rehearsenow back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friendsit made me mad to find that she was only after my endsshe phones me and goes on about her new life now
I wish she knew right now
I think she's busted let's discuss itwhen I was with her no trust, just fightsjust the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlightsbow I got my new girl or as I say my baby dollbut I'm still gettin' crazy calls, my ex-girl's got ballsdon't wanna play the field cuz I get lovin' at home basedon't gimme no long face just exit with a graceyou and I are the past, c'est la vie, much respect girlbut now you're my ex-girl cuz I'm on with the next girl Chorus Next Verse Two she had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gearliked to have me near cuz of my svoir fairethe time we shared was brief cuz I needed relieffrom her high-classed antics and all her conceitnow she's crying wolf and I like don't wanna hear that
I told her the bear facts when things started outshe wines and she pouts about how I did her badyo but she'd tried to buy me even tempt me with the hiney
I fell for a sec cuz the clothes were real fly
I could almost feel I would give into her whimsher thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature
I told her hey look I can no longer date ya
Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sankmany thanks for the time and the watch and the linkyou and I are the past, c'est la vie, nuff respect girlbut now you're my ex-girl cuz I'm straight with the next girl Chorus Verse Three you saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your numberyou asked how's my sister then asked how's my brotherdidn't ask about my father cuz you know he ain't like yaevery time I left for your crib yo he'd really get hyperthe advice he used to give me makes much sense now
I can't believe I used to let you break my confidence downyou used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in Brooklyn?you messed up my flow although you were good-lookin'yes darlin' was fly and this was the problemcuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin'to get her things to wear so when she went to the cluball eyes were on her and me I just buggedcaught in between felling proud and feeling more like a suckerhad to go undercover, get away, find anotherbeen in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world tooI've seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to do
I went from ex-girl to next took my time with each oneand you know they still love me so stop jellin' me hon went home to see mom and I saw you at the bus stopmust I stop? nah I think notyou and I are the past c'est la vie, much respect girlbut now you're my ex-girl & I'm out with the next girlout... Chorus