It’s Day 7! And LB not only gives you another mix from the Getback files, but also some advice when dealing with the opposite sex.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Phonte Coleman:
Tek sent us this one with Dion’s hook already in it, so there wasn’t much to add save for the additional harmonies I sang during the last hook and the ‘baby do you want a massage’ part. Honestly at first, me and Pooh didn’t think too much of the song after we did it, but after playin it for countless people who swore it was THEE jam, we decided to keep it. (Further proof that artists are very often the worst critics when it comes to judging their work…)
With this one, I wanted to make a song that talked about the growing pains of dating and trying to find someone. Everybody goes crazy over the massage line, but the one part in the song that sticks out most to me is Pooh’s, ‘everybody gettin judged by who they standin with’ joint. That shit is real on SO many levels. When you’re in a relationship, its no longer about you and is moreso about “y’all.” Everything your mate does is a reflection of you and vice versa, so once you learn to discern between the ‘bitches’ and the ‘B’s’ you should handle with care and elevate your way of thinking, imo…
Also, a word of advice to my ladies out there: Unless you trynna make a sexy time (c)Borat, don’t let your first date with a guy be at his house (or yours, for that matter). To him, it means you trynna fuck. The ’sit on the couch and watch movies which leads to dry humping and an eventual 4AM smash’ date is mostly for niggas in college and women of the vertical leapoff variety. If you really want a man to take you seriously, ask him to take you out.
Now fellas, understand that when a woman asks you to take her out it ain’t gotta be on no standard ‘dinner and a movie’ steez (*yawn*) Nor do you gotta act all Raphael Saditty and be braingin a satchel of rose petals with shea butter and oils and shit. This is your opportunity to bring her into your world and see what she’s really all about. Its never about spending a bunch of money, so much as its about being fun, creative, and imaginative. Offer to take her go cart riding, or miniature golfing, or to take a stroll thew the park swaingin pankies together and feedin the ducks at the pond. If she refuses any of these activities without coming up with a viable alternative, chances are she’s boring and/or lazy as hell and will always be looking for you to entertain her. A woman like this, while physically attractive, can’t offer you much beyond a slice of pussywaffle and has probably spent many years coasting off her looks…..sad, but true…
The word for today is pussywaffle folks. That’s some realness Phonte was speaking. Alot of these people (men and women) are just boring and hate theirselves. People, if you ask a person of the opposite sex what is one of his/her favorite hobbies and she says “going out to eat”. Cut the conversation. That person has never been anywhere, doesn’t want to go anywhere and will kill your wallet unless you’re going to Golden Corral or something. But don’t take him/her there. Save your money.
How the hell is FEEDING YOUR DAMN SELF a hobby? Okay I spazzed.
Here’s now Denaun Porter…
pussywaffle 
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