| Blu Cantrell, yo Gucc, I’m goin’in Dun,
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| This joint is HOT! |
| Precision, where you at?
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| Yo what’s the deal baby paw, it’s the hottie-hood Kim
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| You got my mind spinning like my hottie-hood rims
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| You had a lotta women but they not like me It’s like I been trippin’on that bummbozi
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| I’m sick with this stick, shift gears with my lips
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| Put you key in my ignoition and put it in 5th
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| The windows fogged up and it aint from the spliff
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| Scratch and sniff and inhale this
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| I got you seeing doubles and you can’t tell
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| It’s the tag team, Lil’Kim and Blu Cantrell
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| Hip Hop, R&B menage a troid
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| Two sexy thangs leaving with engagement rings
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| I’m getting impatient I need answers
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| I’m ready to get busy like them Sean Paul dancers
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| I can be a housewife or the freakiest ho, yo Just gimme the light and pass the dro
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| The possibilites are endless for you and me I know it will be okay
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| We could have everything
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| All I know is you are all I want
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| Baby, believe in us, I’ve got to have your trust
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| Oh, you got me so, if feels as though, I’m racing
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| I’m so impatient, Oh you got to know, You got me so
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| I’m chasing, I’m so impatient
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| Baby, I’m waiting
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| Baby I’m waiting
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| I’m so impatient
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| Unexplainable, something remarkable
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| Never felt quite like this
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| Knew it from just one kiss
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| Let me know
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| 'Cause I can’t let you go Not with the love we made
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| Not looking for the heartache
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| Baby, I’m waiting
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| Baby, I’m waiting
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| I’m so impatient
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| Yeh, uhh, yeh
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| I aint come to judge, I came to love
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| In fact I came to cum not makin’love
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| Girl, you know the rules when you’re
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| dealin’with thugs
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| And girl, it’s me and you,
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| stop chasin’the crush
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| I know you want me, don’t ya?
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| Know you need me, don’t ya?
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| Don’t lie, see it in your eyes…
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| Thick hips, nice lips, right size
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| Poppi’s big, but fit in between them thighs
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| And it aint about the box,
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| it’s 'bout the rocks
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| And that Malibu view on the mountain top
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| Just a few reasons why you feelin’the kid
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| You know, spacious cribs, outrageous trips
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| Forget about your friends, man,
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| the hate this shit
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| If you gave them the power
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| They would make the switch
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| Who knew those words I do would make you rich
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| But for now, Blu, you’s my impatient bitch |