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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaheim
Lead Vocals
Balewa Muhammad
Background Vocals
Clifton Lighty
Background Vocals
Tha' Rayne
Background Vocals
The Gist Kids
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Balewa Muhammad
Songwriter
Edward Berkeley
Songwriter
Gene McFadden
Songwriter
John Whitehead
Songwriter
Mary Brown
Songwriter
Victor Carstarphen
Songwriter
Jaheim Hoagland
Songwriter
Kier Gist
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Berkeley
Producer
Kay-Gee
Mixing Engineer
Adam Kudzin
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Edward Berkeley
Producer
Lyrics
I'm fabulous
Hi mummy
Hi daddy
And baby
Young cat, got back, did a little bid
Now, he hard, he buff, he tough, doo rag and timbs
Kinda hard to get a job back out on the block
Charge that to the game
Young girl, she grew up in a rush
Had it bad, no dad, she don't know who to trust
Every man she ever loved only wanna crush (oh, no)
Charge that to the game
But it's all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
We got love for y'all, but y'all don't love us
So we're swervin' in the suburban, we're switchin' lanes
Spend up all our dough on them chromey thangs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Name our kids some funny names
Don't hate on us, we're fabulous
Prepaid cellies for local calls
Little Dons and Divas up at the mall
Rockin' cornrow twists, that's how we ball
Don't hate on us, we're fabulous
They met, he said how she was a dime
So naive that she believed every single line
17, first time slipped up, 'bout to have a child
Charge that to the game
Was just us and mom, single family home
She did the best, she couldn't do it all alone
Met a man, but he won't raise a child that's not his own
Oh, no, oh, no, no
But it's all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of dutches
We got love for ya'll, but y'all don't love us
So we're swervin' in the suburban, switchin' lanes
Spend up all our dough on them chromey thangs
Name our kids some funny names
Don't hate on us, we're fabulous
Prepaid cellies for local calls
Little dons and divas up at the mall
Rockin' cornrow twists, that's how we ball
But don't hate on us, we're fabulous
We're all that we've got
And no matter whatever, together we'll weather the storm
It ain't a lot, we all we got, it might get rough, but it's alright
'Cause U-N-I-T-Y is all we need
To get our R-E-S-P-E-C-E-T
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
Writer(s): Bale'wa M. Muhammad, Jaheim Hoagland, Edward Berkeley, Victor Leon Carstarphen, Keir Lamont Gist, John Whitehead, Gene Mcfadden, Mary Y. Brown
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