Bitch, I love you I don't know just why Bitch has done me wrong But now baby That's why you got me Singin' my song Girl, you know you love To talk some shit Bitch, don't make me Bust ya in your lip She talka me back And gonna make me Hit your lips Come home Late at night Wouldn't you know that it Just ain't right I'm here make a bad girl blue Yeah I'm gonna be here Hittin' on you Yeah, Yeah, Eeah Yeah, what's wrong with you? I gave you all this money, tryin' to do you right and treat you like a woman. Look how you make me... look at how you gonna go and treat me like a damn fool! People try and talk about that woman over here, I got the back of my hand Fuck that shit. I'm Black Joe. Black Joe! Black Joe mothafucka! Black Joe!