I Don't Know - Sticky Fingaz, Fredro Starr

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

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

Niggas 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

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 hoes 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

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

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 niggas on the bikes, doin

Wheelies to the lights

Hoes 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