the locker room

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Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez On Me (1996) [2pac] Look here Miss "Thang," hate to salt your game but you's a money-hungry woman and you need to change. In the locker room all the homies do is laugh, Hi-Fives cuz another nigga played your ass. It was said you was sleezy, even easy. Sleepin' around for what you need. See its your thang, and you could shake it how you wanna give it up free, or make your money on the corner. But don't be bad, play the game. Get mad at change, then you wonder why these muthafuckas call you names. Still looking for a way out. And that's okay, I can see you went astray as a way out. Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school and as the years pass by, you can show them fool. But you ain't tryin' to hear me cuz you stuck, your headin' for the bathroom 'bout to get tossed up. Still looking for a rich man, you dug a ditch got your legs up tryin' to get rich. I love you like a sista but you need to switch and that's why they called you bitch. [Chorus] 4x (Won... da... why... they call... you... a... bitch...) You wonda why they call you bitch You wonda why they call you bitch, I bet 'cha. [2Pac] You leave your kids with your mama cuz you headin' for the club. In a skin-tight miniskirt, looking for some love. Got the legs wide open while your sitting at the bar, talking to some nigga 'bout his car. I guess he said he had a Lexus. Whats next? Your headin' to his car for some sex. I pass by, can't hold back tears inside. The Lord knows, for years I tried. And all the other people on my block hate your guts then you wonder why they stare, and call you slut. Its like your mind don't understand You don't have to kill your dreams, plottin' schemes on a man. Keep ya head up, legs closed, eyes open. Either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin'. I'm heain' rumors, so you need to switch and niggas would'nt call you bitch. I bet 'cha. [Chorus] [2Pac] I guess times getting hard, even harder for you. Cuz hey now, got a baby on the way now. More money from the county, and thanks to the welfare, you about to get your hair done. You got a dinner date, can't be late. "Trick-or-treat sweet thang, got another trick to meet." Way he did it, it was smooth plottin' while he gamin you, so baby peep the rules. I shoulda seen it in the first case, the worst case, I shoulda never called you back in the first place. I remember back in high school, baby you were fast straight sex, when you move your ass. But now things change, cuz you dont look the same let the ghetto get the best of you, baby thats a shame. Caught HIV, and now your 'bout to be deceased and finally be in peace. So where your niggas at now? Cuz everybody left, they stepped, and left you on your own. See I loved you like a sista but you died too quick, and thats why we called you bitch. I bet 'cha. [Chorus]