Song: Thick & Thin ~~ 2004 ~~ 4:12
Artist: E-40 featuring Lil’ Mo
LP/CD: That Fire: Super Producer Bosko’s ~~ West Coast Mafia ~~ 2004

Hoo...
Yeah... (Woo)
Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...
Yeah, yeah...

I just wanna be your super woman
Wanna keep you goin’, wanna make you smile
I’m the one that’s gon’ be faithful to you
And without you, come on, let me show you how

Baby, don’t you know you drive me crazy
‘Bout to have your baby ‘cause I love your style
Boy, I never wanna let you go
Gotta let you know, we could start right now

Through thick and thin to the end
If I ran out of money, no dividends
If I had to do time, if I was up in the pen
Would you still be my lady, would you still be my friend
No matter how tough it get, no matter whatever matter
Are you gon’ still have my back like a chiropractor
Through sickness, through health, for or better, for worse
Till the day that they haul me off in a hearse
Our world is as big as we make it
Let’s make the best of it, darlin’, let’s celebrate it
We too real to be phony, why should we fake it
We too dumb to be lonely, let’s elevate it
We could reach for the stars, the outer limits
Would you share with me if you had the winnin’ lottery ticket
I need the kinda broad that they don’t make
The kind that know how to cook and communicate

I just wanna be your super woman
Wanna keep you goin’, wanna make you smile
I’m the one that’s gon’ be faithful to you
And without you, come on, let me show you how

Baby, don’t you know you drive me crazy
‘Bout to have your baby ‘cause I love your style
Boy, I never wanna let you go
Gotta let you know, we could start right now

I’m not a rescue Roni, I’m a Mack-aroni
My Mack game is impeccable, no boloney
But you done lifted on a player so tough
So that you never player wanna put his pimped up ride
I’ll be hard-headed, super thug
You want me at home, but I’ll be at the club
Gettin’ whiskyed, then perked and gettin’ tipped
Whatever club is wherever I be gettin’ killed
I’m a managed person, super perkin’
This is how I eat, mama, see I be networkin’
I stay in the traffic, I’m all about my Gs
Put your clothes on, darlin’, let’s go to Tommy T’s
The comedy club up in the Contra Costa
Offa Willow Pass Road up in Concord
I ain’t a pretty boy and I ain’t ugly
If a broad got in my face would you scratch her up off me, uh

I just wanna be your super woman
Wanna keep you goin’, wanna make you smile
I’m the one that’s gon’ be faithful to you
And without you, come on, let me show you how

Baby, don’t you know you drive me crazy
‘Bout to have your baby ‘cause I love your style
Boy, I never wanna let you go
Gotta let you know, we could start right now

No, I ain’t ever gonna let you go, no, no
Never, never gonna let you go, no
I ain’t ever gonna let you go
Gotta let you know, we could start right now

You remind me of my favorite instrument, a guitar
Or my favorite vehicle, a Chevy SSR
I’m a cursed superstar
We go together like a drink at the bar
Like Tiger Woods in the back of 9 par, trust that
I know you the type to stand tall through it all
Let’s splurge a little, let’s me and you hit the mall
I’ll get you the Stella McCartney jeans and boots
You get the Steve Harvey line collection suit
We could juggle some bills to use our skills
We could sell a few pills to make a few deals
However, whatever to get the scrill
Whatever it takes for us to get over the hill

I just wanna be your super woman
Wanna keep you goin’, wanna make you smile
I’m the one that’s gon’ be faithful to you
And without you, come on, let me show you how

Baby, don’t you know you drive me crazy
‘Bout to have your baby ‘cause I love your style
Boy, I never wanna let you go
Gotta let you know, we could start right now

We could start right now, uh
We ain’t gotta wait till tomorrow
Not another second, not another minute, hey, no
We could start right now, yeah
Right-right now
Right-right-right now, ooh

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: June 18, 2004