Treat Her Like A Prostitute

Here's an oldie but goodie
 Hit it
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 Excuse me
 What?
 Can I have your attention? (Mn-hmm)
 There's just a few things that I've got to mention (Uh-huh)
 There's girlies out here that seem appealing
 But they'll come in your life and cold hurt your feelings
 I'm telling you
 As Rick is my name
 I wouldn't trust not girl unless she feels the same
 Treat 'em like a prostitute (Do What?)
 Don't treat no girlie well until you're sure of the scoop
 'Cause all they do is they hurt and trample
 Listen up close, here comes my first example
 Now ya been with your girlfriend for quite a while
 Plans for the future, she's having your child
 Celebrate with friends drinking cans and quarts
 Tell all your friends about your family thoughts
 One friend was drunk so he starts to act wild
 He tells the truth about the kid
 It's not your child
 Acting like a jerk and on his face was a smirk
 He said, "Your wife went berserk while you was hard at work"
 And she led him on and tried to please him
 She didn't waste time, she didn't try to tease him
 Treat 'em like a prostitue (Do What?)
 Don't treat no girlie well until you're sure of the scoop
 'Cause all they do is they hurt and trample
 Listen up close, here comes my second example
 Now, your wife
 You buy the tramp jewels and clothes
 You get sentimental and bring home a rose
 Give her everything 'cause you swear she's worth it
 All your friends tell you, "The bith dont' deserve it"
 Love is blind, so there goes your wealth
 Until one day, you see things for yourself
 Home from work early, Mr. Loverman
 You had a card and some candy in your right hand
 There's the mailman, he was short yet stout
 He went inside your house and didn't come back out
 Bust it
 Just a friendly stop, come on, is it?
 The mailman comes and he pays your wife a visit?
 The thought alone makes your temperature boil
 You say to yourself, she might still be loyal
 You open up your door and stand in a trance
 You see the mailman's bag and the mailman's pants
 Came home to party
 From work had a hard day
 Look around your house and you say, "Where the hell are they?"
 Run upstairs up to your bedroom
 You look inside your room, you see something brewin'
 Cover your mouth because you almost choke
 You see the mailman's dick way up your wife's throat
 Treat 'em like a prostitute (Mm-hmm)
 Don't treat no girlie well
 Until you're sure of the scoop
 'Cause all they do is they hurt and trample
 Listen up close, here comes my last example
 Now your girl, she don't like to have sex a lot
 And today she's ready and she's hot, hot, hot
 As you open up the door she says, "Get on the floor"
 She wants to try things she's never tried before
 She takes off your drawers and works you over
 She calls you Twinkles
 And you call her Rover
 Next thing you know, the ho starts to ill
 She says, "I love you, Harold" and your name is Will
 That's not the half 'til you start to ride her
 Take off your rubber and there's one more inside her
 It's not yours-who can it be?
 I think it was a slick rapper, his name is M.C. Ricky
 Treat 'em like a prostitute
 Don't treat no girlie well, treat no girlie well
 Treat no girlie well, until you're sure of the scoop