Get Out! (Remix)

"It's 8:05. This is Phyllis in the office. The cat is out on the patio. If it jumps one more time, your butts are in the street. I am sick and tired of your activities, your cat, and your untruths with me. I'm gonna call you tomorrow when you're home, and you can explain a lot of things to me cause I'm sick and tired of your bullshit. Goodnight."

My place is not a home

Don't make no difference, but I have found

That I need a place to stay

I never listen to what the landlord man say

You should've seen the flops in my house

We was jumping on walls and kicking ceilings

Nowadays people listen to me when I say... "GET OUT!"

"They're drivin' me fuckin' nuts in here, chief. I gotta get rid of these fruitcakes."

Hold me and don't let go

Don't make no difference that you're a ho

Cause I need a place to stay

A new disease was just the price I paid

In days of old, that's how it used to be, oh yes, indeed

That girl is dead to me now and I say... "GET OUT!"

Let the lovin take a hold over me

Let the lovin take a hold over me

Follow me, Long Beach Posse

"Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'

1992 so lets all start uniting

Put your hands together be the best you can be

Let this jam take us to 1993

Stay positive and the love will come back to me

Some jealous punk

Snuck up around the back

Tried to take the lovin' over me

Lord I got into a fist fight

And wound up in jail all night