I Used To Be In Love

Yeah

You ain't had to do me like that ma.

(Nick Cannon)

You almost had me.

(Joe)

But my inner pimp wouldn't let that happen, ya dig?

Let's get it.

[Nick Cannon]

Know this chick named Tanya, dime from East Yonkers Had me going bonkers, kamasutra tantra

Losin' my cool, this dude was straight on one Shopping sprees and monogamy When them other dudes call, it don't bother me I'm a young Billy Dee, she Mahogany Model chick, taught her quick how to stick and move Bottles sip on the Cris and we quick the groove She was my friend, my homie, my one and only Whitney's King of R&B's tenderoni My round the way girl, now a down the block phony Wish she woulda told me, out being grown Seen with Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Tony Try'na play a pimp and pimp a playa Little momma don't ya know I got chicks to spare You was my first round draft now the bench is over there

[Chorus: x2] [Joe] Oh, I used to be in love How could you ever do me wrong I'm rollin' solo ?????????? gone so I need a lady to come and take me [Nick Cannon] Silly of me to fall in love with a chick Puttin' dubs on her six, diamond flood in her wrist In the club handcuffin' it, huggin it Trench chinchilla furs, Jacob's his and hers Now all you get is ... gettin' on my nerves Used to go out with large amounts to splurge Foreign designers, can't pronounce the words Try to get you to glamour life Ever since I blew your spot, you got Hammer's like Should've played your position like Vanna White Never knew me and you could been man and wife Now it's no more love, we just lust No more me and you, no more us No more weekend cruise, hit the city bus Can't believe that I fell for you I guess it's true, gigolos get lonely too

[Chorus] [Nick Cannon]

Yo, it used to be you shotgun in da six hun New Puerto Rican chick thick with a slick bun That got your run, got your rocks Got your, "Oh daddy, please don't stop!" I was your best thing going not just your meal ticket Wasn't out there Ho'in, shorty we can still kick it Hate to admit it, had me spinnin' for a minute If you say you didn't did it, yeah, you can still get it You said all you want is love and affection Used to be my angel then you started vexin' Took you out, bought you all kinds of things Then it got to hot and burned off your wings Up and down the block with Dexter Saint Jock I ain't mad at ya 'cause the pimpin' don't stop I know the name of the game, my chick chose him It's nothin' to get knocked, I'm Fillmore Slim

[Chorus]

It's nothin to get knocked, I'm Fillmore Slim