Shame

作词 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs

作曲 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs

It’s 2 A.M. and the place is gonna close

Yeah, time to shut it on down baby,

you know what I'm sayin'?

The bartender looks as though he knows

You sure you want to do this shit tonight

Because it might hurt baby, you know what I'm sayin'?

Everybody's, everybody's been at home

Might hurt you when I

Get up in the morning and leave,

you know what I mean?

Here we sit

Take that walk, you know what I mean?

Yeah, uhh

Slammin', when I hit you up,

I'm talkin 'bout bangin' something

Chill off in your crib and have a thing,

probably make it shit or somethin'

Girl you like my bottom b***h

post my bail, pay for my lawyer

Play your position when them other hoes get out of order

When you wanna give me that p***y you purchase a plane ticke

Run around town when I bust her down,

they want shit like them lames did it

Got her d**k-whipped, my shit smeared with lipstic

Basically if this b***h lay with me

she payin' me, I'm on some pimp shit

For real, it's 2 A.M., club was 'bout to close up

Thumbing through my contacts 'bout to call one of my hoes up

Then I met you,

kicked game and followed you to the breakfast spot

****ed you like I married you that night up in the Marriott

Screaming like you got your cherry popped

****ing, switching up positions

Thought this shit would never stop, mother****er an intermission

Damn! (Here we are again)

Here we go again, baby, gotta take that walk now (take that walk)

It ain't gotta be the walk of shame, baby

But that's only if you know the game, baby

Later I can't be the one to blame, baby

But for now take the walk of shame, baby

It ain't gotta be the walk of shame, baby

But that's only if you know the game, baby

Later I can't be the one to blame, baby

But for now take the walk of shame, baby

Straight slammin', sleepin' with pistols under my pillow

We wake and bake, she up naked, twistin' up cigarillos

I beat that Thursday night and Friday morning,

off to work she go

Time to take that walk, just take this shit, don't take it personal

Your friends probably gonna call you a ho, what you trippin' on?

Them ****ers want a grip from the same shit you be sitting on

And your girl Monique, she be hitting me when her nigga gone

Trying to buy some weed, she proceed with nothing but Vicky's on

Nothing but ass and *******, but I let that ass convince me

Took it in that, hit that, wish I could say it was accidentally

Like I stepped on a banana peel and fell in that shit

Y'all niggas be spending all kind of scrill to get in that club

And she cop a seven every Friday

Chuck the deuces at her baby daddy as I pulled up out the drive-way

For real (Here we are again)

Here we go again, back in yo' face, nigga, you know what I'm saying?

It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby

But that's only if you know the game, baby

Later I can't be the one to blame, baby

But for now take the walk of shame, baby

It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby

But that's only if you know the game, baby

Later I can't be the one to blame, baby

But for now take the walk of shame, baby

Here we are again