[Chorus: Big T]

I'm chilling with my broad, and you already know

And if you wanna reach me, hit me on the down low

If I don't call back, don't put on a show

When I pass by your house and blow, instead of knocking on your do'

I'm chilling with my broad, and you already know

And if you wanna reach me, hit me on the down low

If I don't call back, don't put on a show

When I pass by your house and blow, instead of knocking on your do'

[Verse 1: H.A.W.K.]

You know that opposites attract, and hoes choose macs

And how some girls act, when playas don't call em back

Why is that, is it cause I'm hard to ignore

The kind of man you adore, but already spoken for

Or, are you caught up in the fame

Holding your head in shame, cause you don't know my real name

Who's to blame, cause it ain't my fault

It's another lesson taught, when you f*****g with H.A.W.K

Caught up in the rapture, wasn't hard to catch you

With my heavy weight frame and my 6-4 stature

I snatched you, whatever this game planned

Wanted me to be a man, but I had other plans

It was a one night stand, now the s**t hit the fan

Everytime you see a nigga, you wanna hold my hand

Girl you don't understand that you not my type

I got a wife, and you're just my late night hype

[Chorus: Big T]

I'm chilling with my broad, and you already know

And if you wanna reach me, hit me on the down low

If I don't call back, don't put on a show

When I pass by your house and blow, instead of knocking on your do'

I'm chilling with my broad, and you already know

And if you wanna reach me, hit me on the down low

If I don't call back, don't put on a show

When I pass by your house and blow, instead of knocking on your do'

[Verse 3: H.A.W.K.]

Now you rubbing me, kissing and hugging me

Infatuated with the thug in me

You say you loving me, the situation's getting ug-ly

Got your partnas' mean mugging me

Girl you bugging me, getting on my last nerve

And then you wonder why, you got kicked to the curb

You puzzled like crosswords, and asking me to choose

Either you or my wife, girl you know you'd lose

Now your ass got the blues, rich goody to-shoe

Sitting there all confused, feeling like you been used

Your privilege is world view, and now you know

Instead of knocking on your do, I'ma pass by and blow

Gotta go gotta go, gotta chill with my broad

So I toots my horn, since you been acting fraud

I hit you with the raw, and you went outrageous

Should of warned you though, that my love is contagious