Mase - Pointing Fingers Lyrics
[huddy combs]Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase*****in wit stase, I caught a buck in the faceI got the set me up, everybodys drinkin henneyKid named timmy actin friendlyGrabbed her by offending, sureHurt cuz his game didnt workHe didnt know the alchohols about to get him mercHe tried to french kiss herYo, thats my man twin sisterSwung on him, but he threw the toaste in my earI shoulda known he had people posted in hereSo I waited till the coast was clearAnd when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah[stase]Yo, hud is the type, give him an inch? he takin a yardCuz see, he the type of cat that be thinkin he hardI told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eightBut hud dont never listen what I sayHe always do it his way, instead of our wayThats why he always caught up in some damn foul playTalkin bout I said at nine, he killin timeAnd he aint checked the time on his wristHe probably somewhere lying to a chickTalkin bout he rich, no, it aint rightHow he gon leave my big brother mase and jell overnightHe wouldnt sell us out or yell us outBut messin wit hud, we aint even get to bail him out[cardan]I cant believe this nigga hud tried to blame it on meWe on the i-95, three jars on my seatIm hopin cops dont be prejudiced, if not we dont eatYou know what that mean, shut up hud, keep drivin the jeepWe got about ten miles, we don did ten statesI shoulda stayed, knowing hud? he gon gas you to stayIm tellin hud, yo, pull over we aint pissed since penn stateThe windows all foggy, plus we got temp platesNow hud steady streetin, not listenin and yappinSmokin buddah straight from cuba, bout to wish this aint happenI aint tryin to point no fingers but its all huds faultIf he wasnt speedin wit no weed we woulda never got caught[huddy combs]Cardie, when you gon grow up? you need to get chipsStack dough up, switch your flow up, cuz your single was a donutBaby stase, need to learn to stay in the placeAnd mase, thats your twin, tell her stay out my faceAnd loon, thats my man but he floss too muchHe wanna hang out, bout, but he cost too muchAnd meeno, thats my dog, but he talk too muchAnd blink, fake pretty boy, soft as buttOh damn, if I get touched, we gon all get touchedGo against harlem world and we gon toss you up[cuda]Hey yo, meeno, hey yo, this is cuda manThere go loonTell him what you told him you was gon tell him when you see him[meeno]Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man loonWent out like a straight buffoonFor a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfumeCant believe this shitSecond week in june, second night in cancunPop cris by the full moon and the stars is brightPray to God that I catch me a slide tonightBut of course, loon gets drunk then starts to flossRunnin his yap bout the same chick he tossSame chick from tour, all I got was jawHes all in love, seen it all beforeSucka for love, this is man for a whoreAnd until this day, still goin to war[loon]Hey yo, you just mad cuz my chick drop deadAnd you mad cuz I went to cancun got headYou fed, cuz Im doin it and gettin more breadWhy your block hotter than a nuclear warheadYou more fed cuz my pockets are stacked upWhile you spend most of your day baggin your cracks upYou fat *****Hope you get hit by a mack truckAnd dont come around fourty and front and get tapped upCracked up, cant wait till this album is wrapped upImma take you to a vacant lot, dare you to act upSo strap up, cuz I know you dont like meBut just know you wont get a chance to fight meLoon, all out
