Groupies Joe Scudda (Ft. Phonte)

[Phonte]
Aiyyo
I don't know what the fuck is goin' on with these broads out here man
Hoes need to get it right, ha. On the real dog. Check me

Yo, check how this lame broad
Tossed this brick through my window
Slashed my rims and keyed my pain job
It ain't hard to imaginin'
Especially when you're dealin' with a chick who's got more problems than calculus
Wanted the dick but couldn't handle it
On some Angelina Jolie shit
Have my blood in an amulet
It fucked me up dog, I took some anger management
How'd I get here?
Let's examine it
First of all, I ain't the one to call you a ho
Please pardon this
Y'all thinkin' Phonte is a misogynistic? No
But I'm sick of all these chicken's screamin' "Gimmie mines"
Gettin' the thin line
Between sex and love intertwined
I seen that shit happen too many times
I hit it Monday
By Wednesday she want to pick out mini-blinds
And in my bed she want to lay in
It's time we review the rules and regulations of this game we playin'
My girl is the quarterback, the one who's in charge
Your ass is just a rookie on my practice squad
And you know just what I'm talkin' about
So if I put you in the game, run my play, stop tryin' to audible out
By sendin' 50 page e-mails and calls to the house
Leavin' jewelery in the car, perfume on the couch
Scudda know just what I'm talkin' about