I Want You Back

DJ On Point

And you know why his name is On Point

'Cause he on point, pussy

Is this what you want, huh?

Is this what you want?

Yeah, DJ On Point, AKA Mister "Is this what you want?"

Alongside Joe Budden

This one right here is called mood music

It's the words of Joe Budden

Come on, Marvin let's go

New Joe Budden, it's called, "I Want You Back" (DJ On Point

Let's go back to nine seven, seventeen though I looked like twenty

And I was poor, I didn't look like money

Then I saw someone I thought who was mature

Looked like she would shun me

And inside it's like my pride had been took right from me

She loves to dance, dancin' in the middle of the floor

So I thought I better get to her before

Other guys start to notice she was fly, had a brother goin' wild

Tryna leave the club with the future mother of my child

(Man) I can't believe it

Nice ass and cleavage

She's twenty-three, she's somebody I can see me wit'

Two weeks pass, now I'm gettin wit' her

Three weeks pass, I'm livin wit' her

Five weeks pass, now I'm in love I'm so glad that I met her

She's dedicating love songs Brandy, "Have you ever"

Have you ever had it bad but just a fad

It wouldn't last forever but still just like

Now you drop, you ever just feel like you want somebody?

And they don't really want you

You know I won't let you back, sit back like that

It's cool though, we'll always be aight

Yeah if you'd rather just be friends, take a chance like

(Hold up, is this what you want?) moms don't like her, but she adores me

Struggling artist, no job, she supports me

So alone, my only friend is boo

So when it's me against the world, the world gotta be against her too

In a year we was homeless, stuck on the street together

Starvin', nothin' to eat together

Times get hard, the fightin' and the bickering starts

And now she's throwin' in my face about how I can't get a job

Now she pregnant, another mouth to feed, add that on

Nah the condom ain't break, I ain't carry that on

Tryna be a man, I went and got a job at "The Wiz"

Chill angie, I ain't got the right job for a kid

Can't keep it, now she heated but we don't live lavish

It's a good thing you had that miscarriage

'Cause I'm against killin' kids but I'da did it

I was wit' it, she's spoiled it, I'm nineteen lookin' at my bloody son in the toilet (damn)

We beefin', she likes to bring up old things

And anytime we beef, she likes to throw things

But that knife, I couldn't dodge it

But my love was too strong so after surgery I dropped them charges

She said I beat her bad, I took her by her feet and dragged

To this day I don't believe that fact

Can't see her bein' heated and desertin' me freely

I know you hurtin', it ain't workin' I know you wanna leave me but

Can't leave with this yet

You know I gotta plan, play by it

I don't think it was better for you to balance the ship

Shoutout Whole Blackstreet Entertainment

My nigga DJ Slime, it's like this

Team sells, and Don, Tre blessed, big crowd

My nigga Freeze, I see ya (DJ On Point, hold up)

After all the court cases, blame is in order

She's scared of me, hence the restraining order

Had to break up but we made up, family mad at us too

Let's have a baby and then maybe they'll be havin' a truce

She actin' rude, havin' her moods

Screamin', "I'm pregnant", like that's an excuse

Angie, I ain't tryna hear you now

I had to bounce, I can't be there for you but I'll be there for the child

Tre, they had to cut, mommy phoned me to clutch you

She was drugged up still screamin', "Joey I love you"

Months passed, here come the cops again

She threw my clothes up out the window

And I end up in the building on the cot again

No, not again

I see that she's my baby mother but she's not my friend

That was the last straw, it was apparent

We ain't workin' as a couple but let's see if we can work as parents

Tre, you know that mommy used to use you against me

But she got a little better, she don't use you to tempt me

See me on the TV now things got better

She says I'm not the same man that I was when I met her

She don't like Joe Budden, leave that for the public

She want the same guy that she fell in love wit'

If she could ever turn it back to like the past

That's all she ask when she prayin'

If I came at her like, "I'm back" I know that all she'll be sayin' is

She like, you kinda got take things for what it was

Oh, you gotta put your khakis on for this one, get your store clothes out

I know your baby mother had you of course

Oh, I miss it

We can still dance though, baby

And that's a beautiful thing, woah

Yes now