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Arguments Lyricsby Kanye West Buy album CD: Other Songs A - MYW Martin Lawrence(speaks while choruses are sang):"look here, lemme tell you something, ya know. I'm tired a arguin im tryna share this wit chu,ok? I'm tryna giv this to yooou, ya know what im sayin? To Yooou, you know? This..if you don't, y-you can't get wit the indoor pool, the outdoor pool, or lil music studio thing, the little bowlin thang, ya know what im sayin? Hm, this is yours. But chu don't like that, then fiiine man. You can leave. You can allllways leave. I'm not holdin you here". Chorus) We can't even sit & talk Witout chu arguin Girl you must be outta your mind You're the one who started it (Gangsta, ugh!) 1st Verse: I gotta girl at home But she don't cook I have my condoms in the store cause she won't look And she neva-eva go to the grocery sto So I figure it's safe to pull a grocery-ho She was buyin 'Alazee' out the liquor isle She said, 'i hope it's not too ghetto' Rock-Dawg, Gold Force, Baggy style I kept her number on file For my girl be actin wyld Like last week, I told her take me to the mall But she don't drive My otha girl picked me up at 3:05 She got a brand new car, sixteen Now the car only 1 yrs old, oh Man, but the body look grown, "whooa!" Before I catch a case I betta take my ass home Where the problems is Arguments be daily like Carson airs Martin again: Fuck you. Fuck yooou. I on't give a fuck whatchu have. This little indoor-indoor, outdoor pool, little bowlin alley. Material buuullshit. It don't mean shit. It don't make what's in the muthafuckin heart". (Chorus) We can't even sit & talk Witout chu arguin Girl you must be outta your mind You're the one who started it (I'm gangsta, ugh-ugh) 2nd Verse: Hol' up, wait a second man That's that thrift sto info That's sauce again Why don't chu talk to the mouth a the horses Bout my porshes? Condo's in front a the gold courses Instead you stay up Count every second like a fake rolley I'm real, so you know I move real slowly The way this relationship should go if you know me I ain't call you You wanna know why? I mean you know why How on the low i push jet-skee's so I Couldn't return them pages, on my motorolla Nextel, my cell it don't work down there And what happened in cancun, stay down there What's happenin here, made me wish I stayed down there Take a seat. Why you always makin a beef? You know these walls too thin in this apart-a-ment Now everybody hearin our arguments What the problem is?!?!? Martin again: (audience laughs & applauds) "Why you actin like this? But letchu have some Valashi. Some nice beautiful shit. (Gangsta) They act like they gon leave yoou. You can tell em look here, Ya know. I'm tired a arguin". (Chorus) We can't even sit & talk Witout chu arguin Girl you must be outta your mind You're the one who started it (I'm gangsta, ugh-ugh) Last Verse: Man boo you know what I do So don't trip when I come home after two Or three or four I ain't messin wit them girls no more...this week The benz coup is so sweet When I roll down the street Tears roll down her cheeks She said, 'you must love that car more than me' A nigga i was wit chu before the cheese So you need to work on your priorities If she went wit 'Fabulous' I bet that she'd be a: AR-GU-IN-G, Please I'm not actin like this cause I'm gettin spins on WU-KR-in, Cin-ci-nat-ti You think I get my voice so deep Like WU-KR-in, cin-ci-nat-ti That's how much of a fuck I give You seen cribs? That's how the fuck I live As far as this... (Chorus) We can't even sit & talk Witout chu arguin Girl you must be outta your mind You're the one who started it Frankly sick & tired a your lies
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