Like A Movie

[Intro - Loon] (Claudette Ortiz) (Ha) uh, yeah (*harmonizing*) Check it out I'm with my man A-Con (c'mon) And I go by the name of Loon (yeah) And this a Bad Boy exclusive (uh huh) Nah I mean? (c'mon, c'mon) Young Marcus (ha) Uh, young, pretty and heartless [Verse 1 - Loon] Yo, I tried to be a gentlemen Even respect the girls who had many men I had a girl that lived in the tenement, straight seduced me Pretty face, I kept shorty laced in Gucci She made niggas wait like groupies Even made 'em lace her hooptie And still ain't hit it Spend their money and all, still ain't get it Buyin bitches his order, still she ain't with it So, don't be mad, when she callin me dad (don't be mad, callin me dad) Rollin around in the Jag with the 30-day tag (what?) Some shit you paid for, worked and slaved for Ever since you met the trick I made more (yeah) Cheddar then ever before You 'bout to walk down the aisle and I met her on tour I ain't never had a thousand dollar sweater before 'Til your stupid ass went and got in the bed with the whore You pulled a no, nigga [Chorus - Claudette Ortiz] - w/ ad libs No way you can't use me I'm smoother than that You wanna live like me You will never see that Live my life like a movie How will you top that No way you can't use me I'm smoother than that [Verse 2 - Loon] Uh, yo it's funny how ya money pile All of a sudden surrounded by these funny style Chicks gettin money now, bitch had a hundred thou Thought she said somethin slick I couldn't wait to get in bed with that bitch (oh yeah) I took her clothes off politely In case she chose not to like me That's when I ate the hole while I wifey Bitch start to like me (nah, nah, nah ...) Then I flipped her like a savage A nigga tried to rip her body cabbage But she gettin a lotta cabbage And nigga I gotta have it I swear tryna hit shit like a rabbit Now shorty think she established, she givin me karats Buyin me cars that superstars be havin Clingin a nigga like a magnet Becoming a addict, actin like she ain't never had dick (what?) Melodramatic, always some static, man this bitch is erratic Man I ain't think about that car you could have it (nooo!) [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse 3 - Loon] Now I was pushin in tan land, it was me, my man Stan This chick Jo Anne from San Fran, met her on Pan Am Told me her man, some tycoon Is pickin up 1.5 at high noon (high noon) So why Loon had to make moves like typhoon (typhoon) Pull a couple of strings bada boom, bada bing (bada bing) It's on now, I got my niggas and we ready to roll I got my niggas and we ready for war Whatever it be, 1.5 nigga cheddar for free Now how this bitch gon' get the cheddar for me I'm ready to see, cause when this shit is all set and it's done I'm the type to get the bread and just run Her man was soft, I think it's better to run Then to hit him in the head with the gun I'ma veteran son, I ain't type to squeeze beretta for fun I'm not dumb, I do it better than them, c'mon [Chorus] - 2X - w/ ad libs until the end