D Rugs Cam'ron (Ft. Brotha)

[Intro: Cam'ron]
Yo
This song goes out to all the teens across America, man
Livin' in single parent homes and they mother or father wanna pick they boyfriend or girlfriend over you
Remember, parents, kids don't ask to be born
But my story goes a little bit deeper, come up 'bout '88

[Verse 1]
Yo, this nigga named D Rugs, my mom dates him
Swear to God I hate him, if I could, I would break him
When he come around, her brain sizzle like a Steak-umm
Damn, can't jakes take him? She neglectin' me
Run around with this punk nigga recklessly
Had him in her tummy, guess she was in ecstasy
For his love, very possessive, B, OD-ed excessively
That's her boyfriend, or her toy friend, see
Let me specify
Her last man, took the money, left the guy desert dry
Gave it to D Rugs, he kept her high
When he come around, see her facial
Guess it was his fragrance, she sniffed it in her nasal
She wouldn't even listen, I told her he ain't faithful
He fuckin' with Aunt Rachel
Y'all so dumb, makin' me look disgraceful
He got a girl, Hazel
And another white one, with him, it ain't racial