I Don't Know - Fredro Starr Lyrics - Decade - Sticky Fingaz

(featuring Fredro Starr) 

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

I don't know what I wanna do with you 

I don't know what I wanna do without you 

I don't know what I'm gonna do about you, you, you, you 

Let's go, Starsky and Hutch man 

Fire and Stick 

Light ya blunts up, light ya blunts up 

Yo, yo 

[Fredro Starr] 

I'm 'bout to hit the club 

I don't know, on which truck I'm drivin tonight 

It's like, I don't know, on which ho I'm fuckin tonight 

But yo, I don't know, where should I take her 

To the edge water cliffs or back to Southside Jamaica 

Bitches be like, I don't know, where they get they clothes from 

Industry like, I don't know, where they get they flows from 

Niggaz be like, I don't know, where they get they dough from 

Posin up in the clubs with guns or wrist frozen 

I don't know, nothin when the cops come, I act dumb 

I don't know, what weed officer? What gats, huh? 

I don't know, shit I told the judge, this is love my nigga, this is negative love 

Sticky my cous' said 

[Sticky Fingaz] 

I don't know, how the hell I got home last night 

I don't know, how I blew twenty g's in one night 

I don't know, but all I remember's two hos from Virginia out cold like December 

Neighbors be like, I don't know, how could they afford that crib they in 

I don't know, what these boys do for a livin, shoot 

I don't know, but it must be drugs cause they have wild parties and they dress like thugs 

Ask myself but, I don't know, why I flooded the watch, flooded the chain 

I don't know, why I copped the Benz at a hundred and change 

I don't know, why I'm stuck in my ways 

And took back the new Hummer when I seen the new Range 

They all say 

[Chorus] 

[Sticky Fingaz] 

Yo, where the money at? I don't know 

What? You better tell me where the safe at, I don't know 

Don't say that one more time, I ain't playin that, I don't know 

Ugh, that's the last straw, cocked back the four, put his brains on the wall 

I'm in the club and, I don't know, if these little groupies is givin it up 

I don't know, should I try to spit game to her friend or just her? 

I don't know, what the hell I told her 

Though I took her home by the morn', ended up with both of them 

[Fredro Starr] 

A'yo it musta been God yo cause, I don't know 

How we made it out of them projects 

I don't know, should I cop the Benz Coupe or the drop Lex 

I don't know, should I do it out of spite, twenty niggaz on the bikes, doin 

wheelies to the lights 

Hos was like, I don't know, I guess they from New York the way that they talk 

I don't know, I guess she from L.A. the way that she walk 

I don't know, on where you wanna chill 

Put your ass on the back and we could slide through the hill 

Baby it's real, I don't know, on what you fools thinkin you musta forgot 

I don't know, why your bitches call me fire, cause a nigga hot 

I don't know, I gutted to Medina, look butter in the Beema, chicks love me in the fever 

Kids is like yo 

[Chorus]