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Album: Fanmail A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly And is also known as a buster Always talkin' about what he wants And just sits on his broke ass So. No, I don't want your number No, I don't wanna give you mine and No, I don't wanna meet you nowhere No, don't want none of your time And no, I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best-friend's ride Trying to holler at me I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best-friend's ride Trying to holler at me A scrub's checkin' me But his game's kinda weak And I know that he cannot approach me 'Cause I'm lookin' like class And he's lookin' like trash Can't get with a deadbeat ass So No, I don't want your number No, I don't wanna give you mine and No, I don't wanna meet you nowhere No, I don't want none of your time No, I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best-friend's ride Trying to holler at me I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best-friend's ride Trying to holler at me You got a car And you're walkin' Oh yes son I'm talking to you Your never home wit' your mama Oh yes son I'm talking to you you got a shorty But you don't show love Oh yes son I'm talking to you you wanna get with me with no money Oh no I don't want no.. No scrub..No scrub (No no) No scrub..(No, no no no) No scrub.. No, no. No, I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best-friend's ride Trying to holler at me I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best-friend's ride Trying to holler at me See if you can't spatially expand my horizon Then that leaves you in a class with scrub never risin' Idon't find it surprisin' If you don't have the g's To please me and bounce form here to the coast of overseas So,let me give you somethin'to think about Inundate your mind with intentions to turn you out Can't forget the focus on the picture in front of me You as clear as DVD on digital TV screen Satisfy my appetite with something spectacular Check your vernacular And then I get back to ya With diamond like precision Insatible is what I envision Can't detect acquisition From your freind's expedition Mr. Big Willy if you really wanna know Ask Chilli, could I be a silly ho Not really T-Boz and all my senoritas Is steppin' on your filas But you don't hear me thoght Chorus the end
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