So What

[Intro: Jazze Pha] Ladies and gentlemen! Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara Superstar DJ's, here we go [Chorus: Ciara] They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that He always in trouble," and I heard "He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks He's always in the club," and they say "He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard "He's been locked up, find somebody else He ain't nuttin' but a thug" So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat [Verse 1: Smoke] And they say - I'm a slut, I'm a ho, I'm a freak I got a different girl every day of the week You too smart, you'd be a dummy to believe That stuff that you heard that they say about me They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact But you don't be hearin' it about your lover You let it go in one ear and out the other Now he say, she say, they say, I heard If they fake, we can't let it get on our nerves She miserable, she just want you to be Like her, misery needs company So don't listen to that vine of grapes - They're Nuttin' but liars hatin', and I bet They wouldn't mind tradin' pla-ces With you by my side in my Mercedes [Chorus: Ciara] They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that He always in trouble," and I heard "He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks He's always in the club," and they say "He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard "He's been locked up, find somebody else He ain't nuttin' but a thug" So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat [Verse 2: Shawn Jay] Mo' Money, Mo' Problems, life of a legend Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin So what, that's your cousin, they don't mean nuthin' Her like missin' a type of affection you get You just blind to the facts See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention Fuel to the fire, that supplies your suspicion But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me Why you stress this high school mess? Break up never, they just jealous! Drama from your momma, mean mug from your brothers I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover Yes - I, I been to jail And yes - I'm grindin' for real I'm a positive-talkin' negative pimp They hate to see you doin' better than them, so! [Chorus: Ciara] They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that He always in trouble," and I heard "He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks He's always in the club," and they say "He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard "He's been locked up, find somebody else He ain't nuttin' but a thug" So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat [Interlude: Jazze Pha] (Ladies and gentlemen, Ciara) [Verse 3: Ciara] Some people don't like, it 'Cause you hang out in the street But you my boyfriend You've always been here for me This love is serious No matter what people think I'm gon' be here for ya And I don't care what they say Some people don't like it 'Cause you hang out in the street But you my boyfriend You've always been here for me I love the thug in ya No matter what people think I'm gon' be here for ya And I don't care what they say [Chorus: Ciara] They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that He always in trouble," and I heard "He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks He's always in the club," and they say "He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard "He's been locked up, find somebody else He ain't nuttin' but a thug" So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat [Outro] (Field Mob ad-libs as song fades)