This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Blackstreet, JJ, come on
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, what, what?
What's up, girlfriend?
What's up, boyfriend?
Yo, meet my girlfriend
Meet my boyfriend
This is my girlfriend
This is my boyfriend
So, what's up girlfriend?
So, what's up boyfriend? (Yeah, you know, uh huh, what's up?)
I can't get her off my back
Gave her a little love, she don't know how to act
She be gettin' mad 'cause I don't love her back
I didn't know honey gets down like that
Now a brother gotta watch his back
This female is a fatal attract'
Maybe 'cause she got a sip of the Jack
She didn't know I puts it down like that, that's why
Girlfriend on the phone (that's right)
Call me all day on the telephone (uh)
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone (uh-huh)
Play me close, won't leave me alone
She keep paging me, calling me (that's right)
Stalking me, hawkin' me (yeah)
Followin' me, telling me
That she's lovin' me, but my girlfriend said
Just handle it, I can't handle it
Just handle it, I can't handle it
Just handle it, I can't handle it
Uh, pick it up JJ one time
I can't get him out of my hair
After one game of truth or dare
Callin' my phone askin' where I be
Boy said, sweetie you're my main squeeze
It's 2AM and he's back again
All in my space, all in my way
Plottin' ways to get in my mix
Boy, there's already enough spice in this
Boyfriend on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my pager 'cause he's ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone
He keeps paging me (yeah), calling me (uh-huh)
Stalking me (that's right), hawkin' me (what?)
Followin' me (uh), telling me
That he's lovin' me, but my baby said
Just handle it, I can't handle it
Just handle it, I can't handle it
Just handle it, I can't handle it
Just handle it, I can't handle it (uh, uh, yeah)
Turn the lights off, it's about to get plenty dark
You wasn't smart, you started fuckin' Ja with your heart
If I ripped it apart don't hate me, thank me, baby
If my world was yours it would drive you crazy
'Cause I love what I do, like fuckin' you hoes and soon
Talk to your tears until you feel there's something to prove
And with nothing to lose I can see you being a tease
You fuckin' with me, just know we fuckin' for free
Yeah I think that you was lost, first bite had you tossed
E-V-E, caramel skin, bitch cost
And before you stroke the kitty nigga better break off
Nigga want to fuckin' run, better shake off
Show me something, diamonds and the furs ain't nothin'
Impress me, bless me with a Hummer, think I'm frontin'?
Big cat with the big gat ready to fuck
One nut you done screamin' damn baby I'm stuck
Why in the world would you continue to run my way?
Got hit once, found out that I don't play
What the deal, mami?
Who pushed you through the irony of
Fuckin' and suckin' me, splitin' the coke with me
Yeah, you use to have me flippin'
All your ex-hoes had me bitchin'
Daddy, I never front, your dick game keep me twitchin' (no doubt)
How can you deny this freak?
Shh, no need to speak, just meet me on Blackstreet
Girlfriend on the phone (uh-huh)
Call me all day on the telephone (that's right)
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone (uh)
Play me close, won't leave me alone
Boyfriend on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my pager 'cause he's ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone
Girlfriend on the phone (c'mon)
Call me all day on the telephone (that's right)
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone (uh)
Play me close, won't leave me alone
Boyfriend on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my pager 'cause he's ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone (everybody now)
Girlfriend (boyfriend) on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my pager 'cause she ready (he's ready) to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone
She (he) keep paging me (yeah), calling me (uh-huh)
Stalking me (that's right), hawkin' me (what?)
Followin' me, telling me that he (she) lovin' me (that's right)
But my baby said
Just handle it, I can't handle it (uh-huh)
Just handle it, I can't handle it (uh-huh)
Just handle it, I can't handle it (uh)
Just handle it, I can't handle it
We out, we out
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, what, what?
What's up, girlfriend?
What's up, boyfriend?
Yo, meet my girlfriend
Meet my boyfriend
This is my girlfriend
This is my boyfriend
So, what's up girlfriend?
So, what's up boyfriend? (Yeah, you know, uh huh, what's up?)
I can't get her off my back
Gave her a little love, she don't know how to act
She be gettin' mad 'cause I don't love her back
I didn't know honey gets down like that
Now a brother gotta watch his back
This female is a fatal attract'
Maybe 'cause she got a sip of the Jack
She didn't know I puts it down like that, that's why
Girlfriend on the phone (that's right)
Call me all day on the telephone (uh)
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone (uh-huh)
Play me close, won't leave me alone
She keep paging me, calling me (that's right)
Stalking me, hawkin' me (yeah)
Followin' me, telling me
That she's lovin' me, but my girlfriend said
Just handle it, I can't handle it
Just handle it, I can't handle it
Just handle it, I can't handle it
Uh, pick it up JJ one time
I can't get him out of my hair
After one game of truth or dare
Callin' my phone askin' where I be
Boy said, sweetie you're my main squeeze
It's 2AM and he's back again
All in my space, all in my way
Plottin' ways to get in my mix
Boy, there's already enough spice in this
Boyfriend on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my pager 'cause he's ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone
He keeps paging me (yeah), calling me (uh-huh)
Stalking me (that's right), hawkin' me (what?)
Followin' me (uh), telling me
That he's lovin' me, but my baby said
Just handle it, I can't handle it
Just handle it, I can't handle it
Just handle it, I can't handle it
Just handle it, I can't handle it (uh, uh, yeah)
Turn the lights off, it's about to get plenty dark
You wasn't smart, you started fuckin' Ja with your heart
If I ripped it apart don't hate me, thank me, baby
If my world was yours it would drive you crazy
'Cause I love what I do, like fuckin' you hoes and soon
Talk to your tears until you feel there's something to prove
And with nothing to lose I can see you being a tease
You fuckin' with me, just know we fuckin' for free
Yeah I think that you was lost, first bite had you tossed
E-V-E, caramel skin, bitch cost
And before you stroke the kitty nigga better break off
Nigga want to fuckin' run, better shake off
Show me something, diamonds and the furs ain't nothin'
Impress me, bless me with a Hummer, think I'm frontin'?
Big cat with the big gat ready to fuck
One nut you done screamin' damn baby I'm stuck
Why in the world would you continue to run my way?
Got hit once, found out that I don't play
What the deal, mami?
Who pushed you through the irony of
Fuckin' and suckin' me, splitin' the coke with me
Yeah, you use to have me flippin'
All your ex-hoes had me bitchin'
Daddy, I never front, your dick game keep me twitchin' (no doubt)
How can you deny this freak?
Shh, no need to speak, just meet me on Blackstreet
Girlfriend on the phone (uh-huh)
Call me all day on the telephone (that's right)
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone (uh)
Play me close, won't leave me alone
Boyfriend on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my pager 'cause he's ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone
Girlfriend on the phone (c'mon)
Call me all day on the telephone (that's right)
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone (uh)
Play me close, won't leave me alone
Boyfriend on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my pager 'cause he's ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone (everybody now)
Girlfriend (boyfriend) on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my pager 'cause she ready (he's ready) to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone
She (he) keep paging me (yeah), calling me (uh-huh)
Stalking me (that's right), hawkin' me (what?)
Followin' me, telling me that he (she) lovin' me (that's right)
But my baby said
Just handle it, I can't handle it (uh-huh)
Just handle it, I can't handle it (uh-huh)
Just handle it, I can't handle it (uh)
Just handle it, I can't handle it
We out, we out
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Girlfriend/Boyfriend Lyrics as written by Cynthia Loving Jeffrey Atkins
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