Mase › Lyrics › Another Story to Tell

Yo, since I've been in this game, yo
A lot of funny s*** that happened with these hoes, man
And this s*** I’m ’bout to tell you Mase
Is a true story, Puff know the b****, uh, yo

You know I don’t wanna come across foul
I’m only telling you about my lifestyle
I had a girl named Kate I date in Georgia State
Girl named Samantha I met in Clark, Atlanta

I even knew these girls named Laura and Yvette
Switched up giving me head in Georgia Tech
Now flip the script, mess with girls that strip
Give ’em tips just so I can feel I’m they his

They like, Mase I like your eyes and I love your lips
I’m like, that ain’t enough to make you sit in the six
She said Mase, lot of things I wanna teach you ’bout
If I tell you my past, it’ll freak you out

Save your dough, you know I wanna treat you out
F*** sucking your dick, I wanna eat you out
I’m like whoa now, slow down
You remind of these young chickens I knew from uptown

Got a butt like this girl that worked in Motown
So if we ain’t gonna f*** then where we go now
I don’t move too fast, you move too slow
You wasn’t saying this just a moment ago

You was sitting at the bar just spending my dough
You owe me something b****, you gon’ blow me or something
She said this thing you need to know before we f***
I ain’t like all these other sluts

And if I told you I was a virgin you wouldn’t believe me
I know getting pussy for you is easy
You hit every b**** from Antee to a Tuskegee
Plus you know I know your girlfriend Kiki

And for a moment honey tried to freak me
But being the man I am I’m still in pimp mode
Could tell she was Harlem ’cause I seen her zip code
And then she started showing me pictures of Flip Mode

So I’m with my man and you know we gon’ discuss her
All I could hear is him saying, don’t trust her
You know her lil’ cousin f*** with Usher
Plus her best friend got a baby from Busta

So I layed back and peeped the ho’
It’s her word against his, I can’t believe the ho’
Yo, I only knew this girl from a weekend ago
And I figure she a freak, Cease would know

So I called up my nigga, I’m like Cease what up, what up
Is she a freak, nigga?
Cease been f*****, but Cease admitted
Yo, that he ain’t even hit it, now y’all I really don’t get it

And she tried to play mike like he’s some nigga in a Civic
And sucked Puff dick for some Budweiser tickets
Yo, you believe this b****, yo?
She sucked his dick for some Budweiser tick

That b**** gonna give me my s*** B, word up
I’m not even f****** playing
I bet you she give me my watch back though, I bet that
And all my f****** ice better be in it, too
Matter of fact, I want my f****** couch out that s*** B
Word up, tell your sis get my f****** couch B, I ain’t f****** playing