Artist: Dom Pachino f/ Dub Sonata Album: The Grunge Song: Love of Ours Typed by: Cno Evil [Dub Sonata] I used to have this piece of pussy, man, you out of believe me So dope, so into me, never thought it would leave me My favorite shorty to cruise with, she always looking too sick Thick thighs, skinny frame, fat ass with loose tits You know how I do, I'm done performing, cuz she was always grilling In the building, always chilling, I was like 'are we feeling' Each other, now we was, and of course the rest hated Cuz the turn our story took was eventually x-rated But I know hate it, disgusted with the love, sick The way she held my love stick, sucked it, until it busted Did all sorts of dirty rotten and scandalous nasty shit God showed me a dime, shit, I told him, man, pass me it I had to hit it, hit it again and again See she wore the type of chronic, you don't pass to your friends And I kept her to myself for a very long time But began to take advantage of the fact that she was all mine She was fine, eyes brown like divine To them she was a nine, but to me she was a dime Shit, I hit it in it's prime, fed her wine then I spoiled it out Never thought it out, kid, she put it up, I poured it out And I was all about it, til she started wilding Conspiring, lying, try'nna seduce me with a smile Then I had to cut her off, but I came running back The ass is butter soft, shit, I had to nut it off, see? See, pussy's a drug and I was just a user Emotional abuser, what most would call a loser But whose the real loser, when you got mad things to tap And only thing that stopping you's your bitch from getting into that Not me, hell no, that never stopped me I did it so much, eventually, I got cocky And eventually, that sneaky bitch caught me And I'm stuck, try'nna learn a lesson that she taught me *female talking* [Dub Sonata] Shit got chaotic, like the country without laws I felt for heart of the bungee jumpers without cords I doubt your history compares to mine I gave her diamond out with hoes, from Coney Island or Anaheim And I rhyme, and I rhyme, shit, it only makes it harder I guess that's how the groupie bitches caught the did-ick down in Florida Shit I caught her, I can yearn for her touch, but the air between us Will smoke me like burning a Dutch, it was lust Getting in the way of love, glancing, romancing I was advancing, on any deal that came dancing In my direction, I hide the section, in the telly The home girl be smelly, check the numbers on the celly Nothing she can tell me, til she told me she was leaving me Sick of me, just sweeping sheets, and she was done believing me Man, I took it to the heart, didn't know where to start Couldn't believe my girl wanted to part But she was right, every night we fight, but never her fate swell We make up and fuck, then I dip, and go smoked a laced L She raise hell, that was her way out of the tension Had a lesson, sessions of aggression and depression Was it lack of attention, or lack a better word We called each other names, I sware to God, I thought I never heard First thought of flying, then shit started dropping The bitch started popping shit, cuz Chris wouldn't stop in She was late, you probably fucking the next pole, later I'm like 'yeah bitch I was fucking your next door, neighbor' Brandy and Monica style, told my main man's and even He thought it was foul, told your ass to stay home But the thought of your smile, brought me to that payphone Popped a quarter to dial, your number, I get you was up in a slumber And didn't wanna wake up, sometimes I ask myself, why the hell we had to break up