Come on ya'll
Hey hey hey hey yea
We're gonna have a good time, say yea
Yea, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Listen ya'll, now
I dun told you, eleven times
I don't know that woman, hell I ain't gotta lie
I'm getting tired Ruthie Mae
Why you in here, messing with me all the time yea
Now you done just bust in the door
But I ain't doing time if I ain't done the crime
That ain't my glass of chardonnay
Woman I drink Johnnie Walker, what you try'n say
Ah you old cold piece
Ain't it like you to throw the rock and hide your hand
But don't you know that I know
That you been caught once before
With fifth of Gin and another man
Don't get mad Ruthie, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit
You bringing up
All this stuff
You know what
I've had enough of Ruthie Mae
That ain't lipstick, woman that's a cut
I dun cut myself again I was in a rush
There yo ass go again, why you buss'n all in the door, girl where you been
Her ass was hiding in the closest, that's where she was at
We done been through this before
Stop accusing me Ruthie Mae, this gotta end
I don't care
Tell ya sisters
Tell ya friends
But don't forget to tell them bout that fifth of Gin
Ahh don't you try play holy now
Telling me I'm gonna burn in hell and I'm full of sin
And you ain't no saint Ruthie, come on now
Don't put that evil on me you ain't got no heaven
Or no hell to put me in, I don't care what you say
She said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit
You bringing up
All this stuff
You know what
I've had enough of Ruthie Mae
Come on ya'll
Can I say one thing, before I go
I'm not a perfect man, but I'm not a hoe
I stand accused and ah
Lied on and harassed once abused
Yea I said abused, what
I ain't scared to tell the truth
All the hell you put me through
I've been real good to you
Got me here singing blues
Now now gone stand here in front of all these people telling lies
Trying act like you the victim and I am a private eye
But there's another side
To your alibi and I'm mystified that you would even try
Why you here putting on a show
When I don't even hit you no more
Everybody knows you a hoe
Hit the road, Jack you gotta go
She said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit
You bringing up
All this stuff
You know what
I've had enough of Ruthie Mae
Whatever baby
Come and get your shit right now
Don't make call Tyrone on your ass baby
Why you gotta do that baby
Because it don't like there's no way to calm down
You got a devilish dick and boy you know what
I'm tired of your shit, whatever
You can go head and go
Pack your shit right now
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Come on ya'll
Hey hey hey hey yea
We're gonna have a good time, say yea
Yea, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Listen ya'll, now
I dun told you, eleven times
I don't know that woman, hell I ain't gotta lie
I'm getting tired Ruthie Mae
Why you in here, messing with me all the time yea
Now you done just bust in the door
But I ain't doing time if I ain't done the crime
That ain't my glass of chardonnay
Woman I drink Johnnie Walker, what you try'n say
Ah you old cold piece
Ain't it like you to throw the rock and hide your hand
But don't you know that I know
That you been caught once before
With fifth of Gin and another man
Don't get mad Ruthie, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit
You bringing up
All this stuff
You know what
I've had enough of Ruthie Mae
That ain't lipstick, woman that's a cut
I dun cut myself again I was in a rush
There yo ass go again, why you buss'n all in the door, girl where you been
Her ass was hiding in the closest, that's where she was at
We done been through this before
Stop accusing me Ruthie Mae, this gotta end
I don't care
Tell ya sisters
Tell ya friends
But don't forget to tell them bout that fifth of Gin
Ahh don't you try play holy now
Telling me I'm gonna burn in hell and I'm full of sin
And you ain't no saint Ruthie, come on now
Don't put that evil on me you ain't got no heaven
Or no hell to put me in, I don't care what you say
She said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit
You bringing up
All this stuff
You know what
I've had enough of Ruthie Mae
Come on ya'll
Can I say one thing, before I go
I'm not a perfect man, but I'm not a hoe
I stand accused and ah
Lied on and harassed once abused
Yea I said abused, what
I ain't scared to tell the truth
All the hell you put me through
I've been real good to you
Got me here singing blues
Now now gone stand here in front of all these people telling lies
Trying act like you the victim and I am a private eye
But there's another side
To your alibi and I'm mystified that you would even try
Why you here putting on a show
When I don't even hit you no more
Everybody knows you a hoe
Hit the road, Jack you gotta go
She said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit
You bringing up
All this stuff
You know what
I've had enough of Ruthie Mae
Whatever baby
Come and get your shit right now
Don't make call Tyrone on your ass baby
Why you gotta do that baby
Because it don't like there's no way to calm down
You got a devilish dick and boy you know what
I'm tired of your shit, whatever
You can go head and go
Pack your shit right now
Hey hey hey hey yea
We're gonna have a good time, say yea
Yea, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Listen ya'll, now
I dun told you, eleven times
I don't know that woman, hell I ain't gotta lie
I'm getting tired Ruthie Mae
Why you in here, messing with me all the time yea
Now you done just bust in the door
But I ain't doing time if I ain't done the crime
That ain't my glass of chardonnay
Woman I drink Johnnie Walker, what you try'n say
Ah you old cold piece
Ain't it like you to throw the rock and hide your hand
But don't you know that I know
That you been caught once before
With fifth of Gin and another man
Don't get mad Ruthie, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit
You bringing up
All this stuff
You know what
I've had enough of Ruthie Mae
That ain't lipstick, woman that's a cut
I dun cut myself again I was in a rush
There yo ass go again, why you buss'n all in the door, girl where you been
Her ass was hiding in the closest, that's where she was at
We done been through this before
Stop accusing me Ruthie Mae, this gotta end
I don't care
Tell ya sisters
Tell ya friends
But don't forget to tell them bout that fifth of Gin
Ahh don't you try play holy now
Telling me I'm gonna burn in hell and I'm full of sin
And you ain't no saint Ruthie, come on now
Don't put that evil on me you ain't got no heaven
Or no hell to put me in, I don't care what you say
She said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit
You bringing up
All this stuff
You know what
I've had enough of Ruthie Mae
Come on ya'll
Can I say one thing, before I go
I'm not a perfect man, but I'm not a hoe
I stand accused and ah
Lied on and harassed once abused
Yea I said abused, what
I ain't scared to tell the truth
All the hell you put me through
I've been real good to you
Got me here singing blues
Now now gone stand here in front of all these people telling lies
Trying act like you the victim and I am a private eye
But there's another side
To your alibi and I'm mystified that you would even try
Why you here putting on a show
When I don't even hit you no more
Everybody knows you a hoe
Hit the road, Jack you gotta go
She said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit, she said
I'm gone help you pack yo shit
You bringing up
All this stuff
You know what
I've had enough of Ruthie Mae
Whatever baby
Come and get your shit right now
Don't make call Tyrone on your ass baby
Why you gotta do that baby
Because it don't like there's no way to calm down
You got a devilish dick and boy you know what
I'm tired of your shit, whatever
You can go head and go
Pack your shit right now
Writer: Steven Jackson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid