Sick Of Being Lonely (Dirty South Mix)-Field Mob

I'm so sick of being lonely Every night while my man goes out with his homies I wanna know how it feels to be loved be loved Sick of being lonely Every night while my man goes out with his homies I wanna know how it feels to be loved be loved Any other night you'd be at home waitin' on me yeah What's goin' on Any other night you'd be actin' like a bugaboo ooh What's goin' on Any other night you'd be callin' me stallin' me ha What's goin' on Any other other night I can guarantee a page from you ooh What's goin' on Hmmm but tonight seem different Man it's about this fishy I'm so confused Cuz I ain't even ditch My wife ain't hit me on my pager or cell And when I CALL HER I keep gettin' the d**n voice mail What's goin' on Yeah I know I'm wrong For goin' and comin' home at 'bout four in the mornin' Hopin' ya Home Alone like Caulkin But I picked the wrong time and respect will be expected I'm so sick of bein' lon- AHH don't finish yo statement You alone call me I'll be yo replacement Put me in the game coach you can let that lame go Let me lick you on your neck and go down to yo ankles Cuz ain't no mo' better freakier feller From the Field to creep wit' when ya guys are dummy Honey you lookin' good and mo' gooder than a plate of neck bones Tenderized and yummy the Energizer bunny can't compete with me Cuz I be goin' and goin' rowin' With mo' motion than ya ocean from night to mornin' Hit it huffin' and puffin' breath stankin' and yawnin' Something so pretty as you at home alone That's unbelieveable like when the cow jumped over the moon Now I never put nothin' before you That's like eatin' cereal pickin' a fork over a spoon This is a jazze phizzle produtizzle my nizzle. Jazze pha. field mob torica Yea yea. its beautiful daddy. Whoowee.