Shoulda Stayed In My Bed by Arabian Prince Lyrics
[Verse 1: Arabian Prince]
Woke up, kicked this bitch out my pad
She gave me head last night, I had the best gas
Damn, this bitch fucked good
Screams so loud, nearly woke up the neighborhood
Before you go, won't you grease up my balls?
Shit movin' every day of the week, and I don't quit
That's all that I do with my time
Fuck a freak, shoot some hoop, and kick a couple of rhymes
Rolling in my hoopty, sound system's pumpin'
I spent four G's, what should I play?
Got a CD of The Chronic, I think that was Dre
Scopin' out some big ol' titties on the street
Damn, ain't life neat?
Now it's time for the bozak
Pull over, sweet thing – huh, and let me mack to ya
She said "yo, do you think you can hang?
Follow me homе, then I'll tell you my name"
So I did, yеah, I ain't no wimp
Honorary member of the California Pimps
So we walk into the house
Didn't ask her name, just straight knocked it out
"You gotta go, before my husband gets home"
Your husband? Yo, when's that nigga getting home?
"Now", as I heard a knife to my head
[Chorus: Arabian Prince & Nanci Fletcher]
Damn, I shoulda stayed in my bed
Damn, I shoulda stayed in my bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Or you might just end up dead
[Verse 2: Side Show]
Nowhere caught slippin', I got a sloopy month [?]
He brought me fuckin' some hoe, my man tried to shoot him up
I jump in my ride, I start bumpin' short date
A day in the life, you know it was a hard day
I hit the corner when he's standing by the gas station
I open the door, he starts his explanation
This motherfucker tried to ra-ta-tat, shoot me up
You better quit that shit, before your ass gets stuck
I drop him off at the pad, I hit the gas
Stop at the red, like reminiscing about the past
Tap on the window, lookin' down barrel of a nine
"Leave the keys in the car, your ride is now mine"
Beware [?] of my shit, 'cause it was waiting
A motherfucker like me driving bucket, I ain't hard days [?]
I went to the payphone and told Rab what happened
And he said "Show, you should've stayed in your fucking bed"
[Chorus: Nanci Fletcher]
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Or you might just end up dead
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Or you might just end up dead
[Outro: Nanci Fletcher & Arabian Prince]
Oh, ooh... oh, you know that
You should've stayed in your bed
Hey, oh... ooh, ooh...
Boy, you know you should've stayed with me
Stay with me, stay with me, mm
Boy, you know you should've stayed with me
Stay with me, stay with me, oh yeah
So what time you say your husband's gonna get home, baby?
Huh? You ain't thinking about him right now, is you baby?
Yeah, you're thinking about the R.A.B., that's right, me
Yeah, you're thinking about me
I ain't scared of that nigga, yeah...
Woke up, kicked this bitch out my pad
She gave me head last night, I had the best gas
Damn, this bitch fucked good
Screams so loud, nearly woke up the neighborhood
Before you go, won't you grease up my balls?
Shit movin' every day of the week, and I don't quit
That's all that I do with my time
Fuck a freak, shoot some hoop, and kick a couple of rhymes
Rolling in my hoopty, sound system's pumpin'
I spent four G's, what should I play?
Got a CD of The Chronic, I think that was Dre
Scopin' out some big ol' titties on the street
Damn, ain't life neat?
Now it's time for the bozak
Pull over, sweet thing – huh, and let me mack to ya
She said "yo, do you think you can hang?
Follow me homе, then I'll tell you my name"
So I did, yеah, I ain't no wimp
Honorary member of the California Pimps
So we walk into the house
Didn't ask her name, just straight knocked it out
"You gotta go, before my husband gets home"
Your husband? Yo, when's that nigga getting home?
"Now", as I heard a knife to my head
[Chorus: Arabian Prince & Nanci Fletcher]
Damn, I shoulda stayed in my bed
Damn, I shoulda stayed in my bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Or you might just end up dead
[Verse 2: Side Show]
Nowhere caught slippin', I got a sloopy month [?]
He brought me fuckin' some hoe, my man tried to shoot him up
I jump in my ride, I start bumpin' short date
A day in the life, you know it was a hard day
I hit the corner when he's standing by the gas station
I open the door, he starts his explanation
This motherfucker tried to ra-ta-tat, shoot me up
You better quit that shit, before your ass gets stuck
I drop him off at the pad, I hit the gas
Stop at the red, like reminiscing about the past
Tap on the window, lookin' down barrel of a nine
"Leave the keys in the car, your ride is now mine"
Beware [?] of my shit, 'cause it was waiting
A motherfucker like me driving bucket, I ain't hard days [?]
I went to the payphone and told Rab what happened
And he said "Show, you should've stayed in your fucking bed"
[Chorus: Nanci Fletcher]
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Or you might just end up dead
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Yeah, you know you should've stayed in your bed
Or you might just end up dead
[Outro: Nanci Fletcher & Arabian Prince]
Oh, ooh... oh, you know that
You should've stayed in your bed
Hey, oh... ooh, ooh...
Boy, you know you should've stayed with me
Stay with me, stay with me, mm
Boy, you know you should've stayed with me
Stay with me, stay with me, oh yeah
So what time you say your husband's gonna get home, baby?
Huh? You ain't thinking about him right now, is you baby?
Yeah, you're thinking about the R.A.B., that's right, me
Yeah, you're thinking about me
I ain't scared of that nigga, yeah...