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Jaheim
Jaheim Hoagland (also known simply as Jaheim) is an American R&B singer from New Brunswick, NJ. His father died in 1981, when he was only three years old. His grandfather Hoagy Lands, sang with many top groups, including The Drifters. Singing at family reunions and local talent shows preceded a successful tryout at the Apollo Theater's talent show. He won the contest three times when he was fifteen. He was signed to Kaygee (of Naughty by Nature)'s Divine Mill Records in 2000 and released his debut album, Ghetto Love, through the label in 2001. Read Full BioJaheim Hoagland (also known simply as Jaheim) is an American R&B singer from New Brunswick, NJ. His father died in 1981, when he was only three years old. His grandfather Hoagy Lands, sang with many top groups, including The Drifters. Singing at family reunions and local talent shows preceded a successful tryout at the Apollo Theater's talent show. He won the contest three times when he was fifteen. He was signed to Kaygee (of Naughty by Nature)'s Divine Mill Records in 2000 and released his debut album, Ghetto Love, through the label in 2001. His sophomore effort, Still Ghetto, was released a year later, both to platinum success. Jaheim's third album, Ghetto Classics, was released on February 14, 2006, debuting at number one on the Billboard 200. 2008 saw the release of Makings of a Man. His most recent album to date (Jan 2013) was the 2010 release 'Another Round.'
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Put That Woman First
by Jaheim

Oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)

If they gleam in the sun
While they spin and they fit on my truck then (I could remember)
And if it came in the sack
No stems no seeds in the bag then (I could remember)
And if it drip from my wrist and it look like it shine like new then (I could remember)
But ohh, girl, I forgot to be your lover
If it wasn't for the 9 to 5
Double-up overtime then (I could remember)
If it wasn't for the Sunday All-Star Weekend game, girl (I could remember)
And if it wasn't for the dough, gettin' 50 G's a show, girl, ya know that (I could remember)
But silly me, silly me, ohh
Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover
Now I realize that you need love too (Oh, yeah)
Spend my life makin' up to you
Oh, girl
Oh, I forgot to be your lover

When she starts bringin' up old dirt
And the fights keep getting worse (Oh, brother)
Findin' numbers in her purse
Better put that woman first (Yeah)
And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Oh, no)
Then she starts playin' little games
Comin' in late from work
You better put that woman first

If it wasn't for the make up on my shirt
Still I'd be chasin' skirts then (I could remember)
And if it wasn't for that fight last night
You smashin' out my headlights then (I could remember)
If it wasn't for parole, steady duckin' my PO girl you know (I could remember)
But silly me, silly me, babe
Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover
Now I realize that you need love too
Spend my life makin' love to you
Oh, girl
Oh, I forgot to be your lover

When she starts bringin' up old dirt (Bringin' up old shit)
And the fights keep getting worse (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Findin' numbers in her purse (I'm tellin' you, brother)
Better put that woman first (You better put your woman first)
And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Oh, yeah)
Then she starts playin' little games (I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm tellin' you, brother)
Comin' in late from work
You better put that woman first (Put that woman first)

(So many times) Actin' like it wasn't really nothin'
(So many ways) Kept to myself, always runnin'
(So many games) All that I sin
(So many words) I need you to stay
(Always came first) Even though sometimes felt like second
(Can't buy no love) You know I had to learn a lesson
(Spend some time) Put in some work
(And for better or worse) Always put that woman first

When she starts bringin' up old dirt
And the fights keep getting worse (Gettin' worse)
Findin' numbers in her purse (In her purse)
Better put that woman first (Put that woman first)
And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Ooh, yeah)
Then she starts playin' little games (Her little games)
Comin' in late from work (I'ma say it again)
You better put that woman first (Put that woman, put that woman first)
When she starts bringin' up old dirt
And the fights keep getting worse (She's gonna leave you)
Findin' numbers in her purse
Better put that woman first (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then she starts playin' little games (Yeah, yeah)
Comin' in late from work
You better put that woman first

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Keir Gist, Cliff Lighty, Mary M. Brown, Osborne Bingham, Bale'wa Muhammad, Jaheim Hoagland, William Bell, Booker T. Jones

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