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The Reverend Speak On It Video (MV)






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Hey, y'all, what happening?

Good ol' 'Speak On It' speaking

And I'ma tell y'all 'bout a story

And I'ma try to be fierce about this here

'Cause this here is real serious

And I want y'all to listen

You go to the barber shop

You got the same guy, talking 'bout the same chick

He was with the other night

When you go to the beauty salon

Aw, man, I don't even go there

'Cause them women go off in there

They talk about different things

Boy, that I just creep on by, ya understand

That's the kind of stuff that happening right now

Ya see what I'm saying, feel me

That's when you're telling a real story

Ya understand, Lord only know

'Speak On It' is talking about it to

Ya know what I'm saying?

Ain't no help on it

So look here, if you gon' be a real playa

You need to come to the school of what they call it?

(Hard knock)

Yeah, school of hard knock, that's where ya need to come

And take a good lesson, know what I'm saying?

Of course, ol' 'Speak On It' gon' be teaching

You know I'm gonna be teaching but geez

We ain't talking 'bout me

We ain't gon' talk about 'Speak On It'

We gon' talk about you

And all these foolish things that you doing

You got to keep it real, know what I'm saying?

So you keep your thing tight, ya understand me

And make sure that your business is in order

'Cause it ain't no game out here

Ain't no more dedication in the game

No sense of crying now

We got to talk about this

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

Asked you who he was, you said John Doe

You asked me who she was, I said I don't know

We were both creeping, didn't nobody know

With someone else that's bogus fo' sho'

When you called me, never called you back

When I finally did, I got a voice mail attack

You be tripping, cussing, talking mad shit

We were both caught up

What we gon' do about this thing

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

This is crazy

Never been caught up before

Never has it went down like this before

I'm lamping with this shorty that I'm vibing to

For a sec, turn around

My woman with somebody too

I'm like take a deep breath and don't lose your cool.

'Cause this ain't the time or the place to act a fool

He don't know you're my woman

She don't know I'm your man

I guess the way it's going down

We both should understand, come on

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

If you don't get love, then you'll look for love

If you don't give love, then don't expect love

If you don't get love, then you'll look for love

If you don't give love, then don't expect love

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

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Hey, y'all, what happening?

Good ol' 'Speak On It' speaking

And I'ma tell y'all 'bout a story

And I'ma try to be fierce about this here

'Cause this here is real serious

And I want y'all to listen

You go to the barber shop

You got the same guy, talking 'bout the same chick

He was with the other night

When you go to the beauty salon

Aw, man, I don't even go there

'Cause them women go off in there

They talk about different things

Boy, that I just creep on by, ya understand

That's the kind of stuff that happening right now

Ya see what I'm saying, feel me

That's when you're telling a real story

Ya understand, Lord only know

'Speak On It' is talking about it to

Ya know what I'm saying?

Ain't no help on it

So look here, if you gon' be a real playa

You need to come to the school of what they call it?

(Hard knock)

Yeah, school of hard knock, that's where ya need to come

And take a good lesson, know what I'm saying?

Of course, ol' 'Speak On It' gon' be teaching

You know I'm gonna be teaching but geez

We ain't talking 'bout me

We ain't gon' talk about 'Speak On It'

We gon' talk about you

And all these foolish things that you doing

You got to keep it real, know what I'm saying?

So you keep your thing tight, ya understand me

And make sure that your business is in order

'Cause it ain't no game out here

Ain't no more dedication in the game

No sense of crying now

We got to talk about this

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

Asked you who he was, you said John Doe

You asked me who she was, I said I don't know

We were both creeping, didn't nobody know

With someone else that's bogus fo' sho'

When you called me, never called you back

When I finally did, I got a voice mail attack

You be tripping, cussing, talking mad shit

We were both caught up

What we gon' do about this thing

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

This is crazy

Never been caught up before

Never has it went down like this before

I'm lamping with this shorty that I'm vibing to

For a sec, turn around

My woman with somebody too

I'm like take a deep breath and don't lose your cool.

'Cause this ain't the time or the place to act a fool

He don't know you're my woman

She don't know I'm your man

I guess the way it's going down

We both should understand, come on

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

If you don't get love, then you'll look for love

If you don't give love, then don't expect love

If you don't get love, then you'll look for love

If you don't give love, then don't expect love

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

What we gonna do about him?

What we gonna do about her?

What we gonna do about this?

What we gonna do about us?

Ain't no sense in crying over split milk

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Writer: FELONEY C. DAVIS, MIKE DUNN, AL L. GREEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


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