Seventeen

Seventeen
Five foot seven with light green eyes
Body built like a woman over twenty-five
Plus she push the whip that the average women couldn't get
Less she worked about two nine to five's
Girly played the game just a little too mature
She damn near had everything I was looking for
But things seemed shady
When I asked my lady to meet at the club
She had trouble at the door
That's when I found out that

Oh, She was only seventeen years old
And I couldn't see her no more
Oh, I ain't tryin to see myself locked up
For knockin up some young Joan
Oh, How could I explain this situation to my family
And all of my boys
Oh, I'm sorry shorty, but you've got to get gone
Yeah
I tried to cut her off, but she wasn't having it
She kept telling me her age didn't mean shit
And that's when she started to cry
Baby I need you in my life
And without you I just couldn't handle it
So what's a brother to do
(Cause) either way I lose
(So) I could just say my piece
Or piss off her peeps
And talk it out with the boys in blue
Cause when it comes down to it
Oh, She was just seventeen years old
And I was dead wrong from the door
Oh, I ain't tryin to see myself locked up
For knockin up some young Joan
Oh, How could I explain this situation to my family
And all of my boys
Oh, sorry shorty, but you've got to get gone
Yeah

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Yo, what's goin' on? I called you earlier
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Hey, What got some bitch over there or sump'in?
Can't pick up your phone. I been calling you and
Tryin' to speak to you and you still don't answer the phone
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See, you trying to play somebody
As though I won't have to bring my niggas over there
To kick ya ass!
Ya think somebody playin' with ya ass
You, you don't return my calls
This is it
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