Paroles So what [feat. field mob] Ciara

So what [feat. field mob]

Ladies and Gentlemen
Jazzy Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJ's
here we go

[Chorus]
They say
He do a little this, he do a little that, he always in trouble, and I heard
He's nuthin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club, and they say
He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips, he's o messed up, and I heard
He's been locked up, find somebody else, he aint nuthin' but a thug
so what, so what, so what, so what

[1st Verse]
And they say
I'm a slut, I'm a ho, I'm a freak
I got a different girl everyday of the week
You too smart you'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard that they say about me
They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that
But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact
But you don't be hearin' it about your lover
You let it go in one ear and out the other
Now he say, she say, they say, I heard
If they fake we can't let it get on our nerves
She miserable, she just want you to be
Like her, misery needs company
So don't listen to that vine of grapes, They're
Nuthin' but liars hatin', And I bet
They wouldn't mind tradin' places
With you by my side in my mercedes

[Chorus]
They say
He do a little this, he do a little that, he always in trouble, and I heard
He's nuthin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club, and they say
He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, and I heard
He's been locked up, find somebody else, he aint nuthin' but a thug
so what, so what, so what, so what

Tell em CiCi, (?)

[2nd Verse]
Mo Money, Mo problems, life of a legend
Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin'
So what, that's your cousin, that don't mean nuthin'
Her like missin' is a type of affection
You get, you just blind to the facts
See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention
Yield to the blindness to apply your suspicion
But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me
Why you stress this high school mess?
Break up never, they just jealous
Drama from your mother, mean mug from your brother
I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover
Yes, I been to jail
And yes, I'm grindin for real
I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp
They hate to see you doin' better than them
so

[Chorus]
They say
He do a little this, he do a little that, he always in trouble, and I heard
He's nuthin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club, and they say
He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, and I heard
He's been locked up, find somebody else, he aint nuthin' but a thug
so what, so what, so what, so what

Ladies and Gentlemen, Ciara

[3rd Verse]
Some people don't like it
Cuz you hang out in the street
But you my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
This love is serious
No matter what people think
I'm gon be here for ya
And I don't care what they say
Some people don't like it
Cuz you hang out in the street
But you my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
I love the thug in ya
No matter what people think
I'm gon be here for ya
And I dont care what they say

[Chorus]
They say
He do a little this, he do a little that, he always in trouble, and I heard
He's nuthin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club, and they say
He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, and I heard
He's been locked up, find somebody else, he aint nuthin' but a thug
so what, so what, so what, so what

[beat fades]