(Ah yeah)
(Y'all Hip Hop hoes)
(Check this out)
(Bitch)
Yeah bitch
No more Mister Nice Guy
Y'all bitches check this shit out right here now
Word up baby
No more Mister Nice Guy
Fuck all the bullshit
Fuck all that nice shit
No more Mister Nice Guy
(You are not the sensitive man you used to be)
I used to be romantic and considerate
But now I hit the skins I jump right in, and then get rid of it
Cause I remember when you used to treat me like a stepson
You hung around for fun but yo, I wasn't gettin wet none
Treated you like you was a star big as Madonna
I took you out on dates to go eat steaks at Benny Harner's
I called you on the telephone to see what you was doin
Took a trip to the zoo and bulls were steady tryina do it
??? but I didn't get my rocks off
Talkin bout knockin boots, I didn't even get your socks off
Tryin everything inside the book to get you naked
I guess the candlelight dinners and Spinners records didn't make it
But yo, I'm still ringin your bell holdin roses
We might as well been Eskimos in clothes rubbin noses
I woulda gave you stars from out the sky
But soon as I got the pie
Poof - no more Mister Nice Guy
(You bitch)
Bitch you're actin real funny with your pussy
Yeah bitch
No more Mister Nice Guy
Bitch I been waitin for like a fuckin month and a half
Word up baby
No more Mister Nice Guy
What the fuck is the problem?
What's the problem?
Fuck that shit
No more Mister Nice Guy
Fuck you and your pussy
(Bitch)
(Ah yeah)
(What's the matter,
