Ladies and Gentlemen    Jazzy Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJ's    Here we go       Chorus [Ciara] :    They say    He do a little this    He do a little that    He always in trouble    And I heard    He nuthin' but a pimp    He's done a lot of chicks    He's always in the club    And they say    He think he slick    He's got a lot of chips    He's so messed up    And I heard    He's been locked up    Find somebody else    He ain't nuthin' but a thug    So what, so what, so what, so what       Verse [Field Mob] :    (Hey, hey)    And they say    I'm a slut, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak    I got a different girl everyday of the week    You too smart you'd be a dummy to believe    That stuff that you heard that they say about me    They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that    But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact    But you don't be hearin' it about your lover    You let it go in one ear and out the other    Now he say, she say, they say, I heard    The beef fake, we can't let it get on our nerves    She miserable, she just want you to be    Like her, misery needs company    So don't listen to that vine of grapes, They're    Nuthin' but liars hatin', and I bet    They wouldn't mind tradin' places    With you by my side in my Mercedes       Chorus [Ciara] :    They say    He do a little this    He do a little that    He always in trouble    And I heard    He nuthin' but a pimp    He's done a lot of chicks    He's always in the club    And they say    He think he slick    He's got a lot of chips    He's so messed up    And I heard    He's been locked up    Find somebody else    He ain't nuthin' but a thug    So what, so what, so what, so what       Verse [Field Mob] :    (Tell 'em CiCi)    Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend    Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin'    So what, that's your cousin? that don't mean nuthin'    Her like missin' is a type of affection    You get, you just blind to the facts    See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention    Yield to the blindness to apply your suspicion    But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me    Why you stress this high school mess?    Break up never, they just jealous    Drama from your mama, mean mug from your brothers    I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover    Yes, I, I been to jail    And yes, I'm grindin for real    I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp    They hate to see you doin' better than them    So       Chorus [Ciara] :    They say    He do a little this    He do a little that    He always in trouble    And I heard    He nuthin' but a pimp    He's done a lot of chicks    He's always in the club    And they say    He think he slick    He's got a lot of chips    He's so messed up    And I heard    He's been locked up    Find somebody else    He ain't nuthin' but a thug    So what, so what, so what, so what       Verse [Ciara] :    Some people don't like it    'Cause you hang out in the streets    But you're my boyfriend    You've always been here for me    This love is serious    No matter what people think    I'm gonna be here for ya    And I don't care what they say       Some people don't like it    'Cause you hang out in the streets    But you're my boyfriend    You've always been here for me    I love the thug in ya    No matter what people think    I'm gonna be here for ya    And I don't care what they say       Chorus