Ladies and gentlemen   Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJs   Here we go      They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that   He's always in trouble and I heard   He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks   He's always in the club      And they say, he think he's slick   He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard   He's been locked up, find somebody else   He ain't nothing but a thug      So what, so what   So what, so what      And they say I'm a, I'm a, I'm a freak   I got a different girl every day of the week   You too smart, you'd be a dummy to believe   That stuff that you heard, that they say about me      They said I done this, they said I done that   But all of it's fiction none of it's facts   But you don't be hearin' that about your love   You let it go in one ear and out the other      The he say, she say, they say, I heard   The beef ain't, we can't let it get on our nerves   She miserable, she just want you to be   Like her misery needs company      So don't listen to that vine of grapes there   Nothing but liars hatin' I bet   They wouldn't mind tradin' places   With you by my side in my Mercedes      They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that   He's always in trouble and I heard   He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks   He's always in the club      And they say he think he's slick   He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard   He's been locked up, find somebody else   He ain't nothing but a thug      So what, so what   So what, so what      Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend   Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin'   So what, that's your cousin, that don't mean nuthin'   Her like missin' is a type of affection you get      You just blind to the facts   See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention   Yield to the blindness, apply your suspicion   But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me      Why you stress this high school mess?   Break up never, they just jealous   Drama from your momma, mean mug from your brothers   I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover      I, I been to jail   I'm grindin' for real   I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp   They hate to see you doin' better than them, so      They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that   He's always in trouble and I heard   He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks   He's always in the club      And they say he think he's slick   He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard   He's been locked up, find somebody else   He ain't nothing but a thug      So what, so what   So what, so what      Ladies and gentlemen, Ciara      Some people don't like it 'cause you hang out in the streets   But you're my boyfriend, you've always been here for me   This love is serious, no matter what people think   I'm gon' be here for you and I don't care what they say      Some people don't like it 'cause you hang out in the streets   But you're my boyfriend, you've always been here for me   I like the thug in you, no matter what people think   I'm gon' be here for you and I don't care what they say      He do a little of this, he do a little of that   He's always in trouble and I heard   He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks   He's always in the club      And they say he think he's slick   He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard   He's been locked up, find somebody else   He ain't nothing but a thug      So what, so what   So what, so what