The Rooster

Hold up!

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Somebody done told you you wrong

Thought it was just gon and gon' end off like that there huh?

Hot, too Hot

Too Hot

Too motherfucking hot

Hot motherfucking thug

Give me a back rub

Oh, I didn't even say bitch

I'm sorry, I apologize

I'm sorry, I take that back

Ok, I start out all alone

'Cause my baby mama left me

Now there's nobody at home

Beginning to feel like Ms. Jackson done got cloned

Well it's some real shit and I'm living it through this song

A moving vehicle took my family

As I slept out on the sofa in the Boom Boom Room

I woke up very upset

I throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies

My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me

In the wind, she was my friend

Like Princess Di before she died

Therefore we tried and tried again

But in the end you pay attention to the pluses

But the minuses behind make it seem like you can't win

Throw your neck out, throw your back out

Throw your neck out, throw your back out (my neck and my back)

Throw your neck out, throw your back out (hmm, my neck and my back)

Throw your neck out, throw your back out (throw your back out)

Round two, a single parent, what is Big to do?

Throw a party? Not hardly! I'm trying to stay up outta that womb

Or that p-u-s-s, us I say, "USS"

Luther Vandross couldn't make a home out of this house that we smooshed

Smashed, pushed to the limit, smash and turned it timid

Hell everyone was suffering, the house was feeling wicked hell

The cat got sold, the dog got old, the food got cold

Both of our tempers were on swole

For the most part you fuss, fight, fart

You build it up to break it down and now take it from the start

Repeatedly leading a path that only ends in a clash

Of two stubborn minds, grown folks blind to the sign

Throw your neck out, throw your back out

Throw your neck out, throw your back out (my neck and my back)

Throw your neck out, throw your back out (hmm, my neck and my back)

Throw your neck out, throw your back out (throw your back out)

K-o, knocked out by technicality

The love has kissed the canvas

Now the whole family is mad at me

My daughter don't want me at her PTA meetings

And then my son he can't talk, when I change him he's peeing

I think he's pissed

I can't dismiss the matter of the fact because he saw you and me argue

Now the energy is coming back

Set an example, a positive pattern, keep life on track

But I'm married to the music and committed to the wax

Tapes and CD's, baby, please

You make me want to scream

You're on my team starting first string

So why are we arguing?

Tapes and CD's, baby, please

You make me want to scream

You're on my team starting first string

So why are we arguing?

Throw your neck fucking out, throw your back out

Throw your neck out, throw your back out (my neck and my back)

Throw your neck out, throw your back out (hmm, my neck and my back)

Throw your neck out, throw your back out (throw your back out)

Tapes and CD's, baby, please

You make me want to scream

You're on my team starting first string

So why are we arguing?

Tapes and CD's, baby, please

You make me want to scream

You're on my team starting first string

So why are we arguing?

Throw your neck fucking out, throw your back out

Throw your neck out, throw your back out (my neck and my back)

Throw your neck out, throw your back out (hmm, my neck and my back)

Throw your neck out, throw your back out (throw your back out)