I got a girl and she treat me fine
But the homies all think that
I'm losin my mind i'm trippin and I know it
Cause I'm all nerved up
'Cause everytime I go to sleep
I see this big ol' butt
See I ain't never gave no chick fo' stars
But she treat me so good that
She be drivin my car
And everyday it get better, I cain't lie
Went to the house and she made
Me some hot potato pie
All my friends be sayin
"She ain't nothin but a scrub"
But she make me feel high like I'm
Hooked on drugs so I give her what she need
And what's done is done
But I'm a special kind of fool but
Aiyyo it don't bother me none
I can't help myself, I know that I'm trippin
But she got it goin on
Like Kentucky Fried Chicken
So everytime she ask me for my, credit card
You know she get it 'cause ya know that
(Chill, C) I know, G
I used to be the playa, now I'm gettin pimped
I used to be hard, now I'm livin all limp
Why I let her play me? You can't understand!
So sit yourself down and just
Listen to my man

Iyi-yi-yi-I, wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good gettin used
Oh, you can just keep usin me
Until you use me up until you use me up
Until you use me up until you use me up
Until you use me up until you use me up

I been to the mountain top
And down to the valley low
Went to Austin with 3-2 and STILL
Ain't find no finer hoe
Not much no finer girl
But one that treat me so sweet rub my back
When I'm so' and cook me somethin good to eat
She worked me so hard 'til I, hurt my back
So I'm passin out them ducats and them
Kroger sacks
And everybody wonderin why I smile all day
All the girls wanna know why I
Won't give 'em the play
My ol' girl called me
Axe me why I wanna diss her
I told her 'cause her lovin
Ain't better than her sister
I can't get enough, the bad got me stuck
I give her all my money and
She always do me up
Bun say I'm trippin out, and
Byrd say I'm trippin, too
But this time I just can't
LISTEN to my whole crew
'Cause back in the day
I vowed to never change my pimp game
But '92 came around, and thangs go insane
I gotta get my thang back on track
But the mo' I try to stay away
The mo' I comes back
Why I let her play me? You can't understand!
So sit yourself down and just
Listen to my man

Iyi-yi-yi-I, said brother, if you only knew
You'd wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep usin me until you use me up
Until you use me up until you use me up
Until you use me up until you use me up
Until you use me up
Iyi-yi-yi-I, wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good gettin used
Oh, you can just keep usin me
Until you use me up

To sum it all up, I'm breakin ALL my rules
'Cause she got me droppin off
Her little brother to school
I be gettin bills, and stubs from checks
I work all day, just to spend it on sex
But all that really matters is I'm happy
Dude
And I be happy long as I get good soul food
UGK sayin peace out, and plenty of luck
And she could keep usin Pimp C
Uh, just a use me up!
Ah hah well oh, BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY
(yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah hah well oh
(Peace out for '92, in the nine-tres)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, BILL WITHERS, CHAD L. BUTLER