Lyrics:

God damn
Why you mad?
Don't go away mad
You did that yourself
You know how
You brought that upon yourself
You know how, what can you do anyway?
Man, you hear this?
Well I can learn
You hear what went down, bro?
Don't go away mad
It was crazy
Don't go away m-
Don't go away mad
Lay there and catch your breath, get yourself back together
Hey, where you going?
You ever seen a bigger fool?
Niggas ain't got no respect
No respect
Hey girl
Don't go away mad
Just go away
You ain't gotta go away mad, girl
Just go away
Lord Quas ain't the one to play the hydrant game
Astro Black ain't the one to play the hydrant game
You ripped it for the last time
Raisin' your leg on me, huh
Now here you come back
All fresh and clean as you can be
Talkin' bout-
(I'll give you a little more trust in time
If I was you I'd give her mine)
I'm boycotting your big butt, baby
I see your game, you take the cake, you win
(Alright honey)
Like Mr. Buddha would say
I crown you Miss Universal Monkey Wrench
Yo, send in the sub coach
I'm staying on the bench
Don't go away mad
Just go away
You ain't gotta go away mad, girl
Just go away
Lord Quas ain't the one to play the hydrant game
Astro Black ain't the one to play the hydrant game
Don't go away mad
Just go away
You ain't gotta go away mad, girl
Just go away
Lord Quas ain't the one to play the hydrant game
Astro Black ain't the one to play the hydrant game
All those lights
Two hundred green, and so on
Yep, them shits will still be right here, baby
When you done gone
(I done tried to tell you)
And that new sweetie man
That you and your friends swore was the perfect gentleman
(Now I see you understand)
That you saw yourself grouping in it
The fancy dresses with no wrinkles
Dreamed about doing it
(I done tried to tell you)
The world ain't all that high
(I done tried to tell you)
The world ain't all that new
(I done tried to tell you)
The world ain't all that true
(I done tried to tell you)
So now who's the fool?
Don't go away mad
Just go away
You ain't gotta go away mad, girl
Just go away
Lord Quas ain't the one to play the hydrant game
Astro Black ain't the one to play the hydrant game
Don't go away mad
Just go away
You ain't gotta go away mad, girl
Just go away
Lord Quas ain't the one to play the hydrant game
Astro Black ain't the one to play the hydrant game
(My story's sad, ain't it?)
Nothing, what's wrong?
What, a cat got your tongue or something?
Gimme all the details
Yo, ain't but one detail
(What's that supposed to mean?)
You always come out holding gold-plated handles
Raising your leg on me
And I always come out holding that sticky brown end
You ripped it the last time, mama
Raising your leg on me
You ripped it for the last time, mama
Raising your leg on me
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