Or get that burning bed at night You've got to treat her right Treat her right treat her right
The women of today ain't with it If you ain't gonna be loyal, forget it I know the deal, so I admit it Because I knew a brother that did it He used to be a nice looking dude, the ladies' choice He would charm them all with the sound of his voice He's not a sucker, a bum, the boy ain't soft He likes to be clean and dress his ass off He was light-skinned with curly hair He would make his girl think he was so sincere Always said "I'm cool," called himself an expert Comin' home every night with lipstick on his shirt She took it like a champ and let him do it Until one day he really blew it Rappin' to girls one day by the dozen And one of those girls was his girlfriend's cousin He was so blind cause he was on a roll Comin' home drunk one night singin' James Brown's soul "Get up-a!" bangin' on the door he said "Get up-a!" and banged once more So she opened the door with a smile on her face Brung him to the bed, untied his shoe lace Took off all his clothes and then she said "Good night sucker" and burned the bed
Or get that burning bed at night You've got to treat her right Treat her right - treat her right
She only burn you can see what's ugly, Willie Now you look like Richard Fire I mean Richard Pryor, Willie
So never in life think that you're too great Cause it's very thin line between love and hate You see, he wasn't just burned, the boy was torched Burned from head to toe and then so-and-so was scorched He's with the same girl, now he's sincerer She ain't worried about a thing 'cause he ain't goin' nowhere When I see him now I say "yo bro" 'Cause he's the darkest brother that I now know No more Casanova, that life is over He used to drink heavy, now he stays sober She burned him bad, now he stays alert But I know when they make love, brother, it hurts You wouldn't think the girl would hurt a fly But she proved that to be a goddamn lie From what I recall, he gives her much respect Point blank, word, she got him in check
Or get that burning bed at night You've got to treat her right Treat her right treat her right
See, you can hit 'em, beat 'em, call 'em a creep But remember, homeboy, you've got to sleep So chill, be nice or pay the price Of bein' burned, walk easy like Doctor Ice
Get out the house, Willie! Get out the house, Willie Damn, you shoulda seen this If his woman ain't Ms. Willhelmina Don't get the burning bed, Willie You're blacker than black You used to be light-skinned, ain't no turnin' back You look like some left-over from a cook-out, Willie I told you leave that bitch alone