| I can see it in your eyes
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| You wanna get down with Queen La
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| Lace Latifah, I can see ya eyes on my body parts
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| The friendship’s slippin' cause it ain’t me you hittin'
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| Why you trippin'?
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| Wishin' you could get a taste from the black Queen
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| It captivates the mass when I slide on the scene, yo
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| We ain’t gettin' down like that
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| You took a hug to the next level, try to spit that
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| Counterfeit, nice shit put on the act trick
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| Try to get a quick kiss and you got snapped quick
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| I tried to be nice and play it all smooth
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| Well I guess done has somethin' to prove
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| So I had to move, getaway like a fugitive
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| Didn’t wanna do the kid cause I knew the kid
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| Didn’t really wanna do no harm
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| I don’t know what I did but I didn’t mean to turn you on
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| I took you out, I was only tryin' to be nice
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| Let you touch it once or twice
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| Oh, I didn’t mean to turn you on
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| All the ladies in the place know how it go
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| When you show a lil' kindness, cats wanna flow
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| Want some mo' neck shit, some mo' sex shit
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| Well, you tell 'em from the door, it’s strictly friendship
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| Didn’t mean to turn you on
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| Why apologize? |
| I ain’t do nothin' wrong
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| You knew what the deal was, what the real was
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| You was confused with the levels of love
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| I seen you in the club with your eyes on me
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| All night lookin' asinine, up under the strobe light
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| You on thin ice in steel-toed Timbs
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| When it break through I don’t think we could be friends
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| If you sayin' you a playa, baby, live like one
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| You play yourself like a bomb, never gettin' none
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| And say beggin' for some and never get it
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| If I turned you on, I guess you gotta live with it
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| I didn’t mean to turn you on (x8)
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| So what you mad now, got a attitude now
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| Cause I had to pull your foul?
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| Frontin' big Willie style when you’re a major joke
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| Pagin' me so much till my pager smoked
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| Got your Eskimo kiss and shit
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| Your nose’s too brown, how you get chicks to trip
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| Well I ain’t the one, I could buy you and your whip
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| Hold your head cause I’ve got so many hits, what? |