Lyrics Shame (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid) - Madlib , Freddie Gibbs , BJ the Chicago Kid
It′s
2 AM
and
the
place
is
gonna
close
(Yeah,
time
to
shut
it
on
down
baby,
you
know
what
I'm
sayin′?)
The
bartender
looks
as
though
he
knows
(You
sure
you
want
to
do
this
shit
tonight
because
it
might
hurt
baby,
you
know
what
I'm
sayin'?)
Everybody′s,
everybody′s
been
at
home
(Might
hurt
you
when
I,
get
up
in
the
morning
and
leave,
you
know
what
I
mean)
Here
we
sit...
(Take
that
walk
you
know
what
I
mean?)
Slammin'
When
I
hit
you
up
I′m
talking
about
bangin'
something
Chill
off
in
your
crib
and
have
a
thing,
probably
make
it
stank
or
something
Girl
you
like
my
bottom
bitch,
post
my
bail,
pay
for
my
lawyer
Play
your
position
when
them
other
hoes
get
out
of
order
When
you
wanna
give
me
that
pussy?
You
purchase
a
plane
ticket
Run
around
town,
when
I
bust
her
down
they
want
shit
like
them
lames
did
it
Got
her
dick
whipped,
my
dick
smeared
with
lipstick
Basically
if
this
bitch
lay
with
me
she
payin′
me,
I'm
on
some
pimp
shit
For
real!
It′s
2 A.M.
club
was
bout'
to
close
up
Thumbing
through
my
contacts
bout'
to
call
one
of
my
hoes
up
Then
I
met
you,
kicked
game
and
followed
you
to
the
breakfast
spot
Fucked
you
like
I
married
you
that
night
up
in
the
Marriot
Screaming
like
you
got
your
cherry
popped
Fucking,
switching
up
positions
Thought
this
shit
would
never
stop
Motherfuck
an
intermission
Damn!
(Here
we
are
again)
It
ain′t
got
to
be
the
walk
of
shame,
baby
But
that′s
only
if
you
know
the
game,
baby
Later
I
can't
be
the
one
to
blame,
baby
But
for
now
take
the
walk
of
shame,
baby
It
ain′t
got
to
be
the
walk
of
shame,
baby
But
that's
only
if
you
know
the
game,
baby
Later
I
can′t
be
the
one
to
blame,
baby
But
for
now
take
the
walk
of
shame,
baby
Straight
Slammin'
Sleepin′
with
pistols
under
my
pillow
We
wake
and
bake,
she
up
naked
twistin'
up
cigarillos
I
beat
that
Thursday
night
and
Friday
morning,
off
to
work
she
go
Time
to
take
that
walk,
just
take
this
dick,
don't
take
it
personal
Your
friends
probably
gonna
call
you
a
ho,
what
you
trippin′
on
Them
bitches
want
a
grip
from
the
same
dick
you
be
sitting
on
And
your
girl
Monique,
she
be
hitting
me
when
her
nigga
gone
Trying
to
buy
some
weed
she
proceed
with
nothing
but
Vicky′s
on
Nothing
but
ass
and
titties,
but
I
let
that
ass
convince
me
Took
it
in
that,
hit
that,
wish
I
could
say
it
was
accidentally
Like
I
stepped
on
a
banana
peel
and
fell
in
that
pussy
Y'all
niggas
be
spending
all
kind
of
scrill
to
get
in
that
pussy
And
she
cop
a
seven
every
Friday
Chuck
the
deuces
at
her
baby
daddy
as
I
pulled
up
out
the
drive-way
For
real
(Here
we
are
again)
It
ain′t
got
to
be
the
walk
of
shame,
baby
But
that's
only
if
you
know
the
game,
baby
Later
I
can′t
be
the
one
to
blame,
baby
But
for
now
take
the
walk
of
shame,
baby
It
ain't
got
to
be
the
walk
of
shame,
baby
But
that′s
only
if
you
know
the
game,
baby
Later
I
can't
be
the
one
to
blame,
baby
But
for
now
take
the
walk
of
shame,
baby
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