| You say you lookin for a lover Boo, someone you can talk to
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| I walk these streets, tryin hard not to hawk you
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| Laugh when they stalk you, playin my cards
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| Weighin the odds, I see your face like a mirage
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| Your hair tied in a bun, with a chopstick through it
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| Your frames make you look erotic, exotic twist
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| Don’t know I’m a thug, but I’m sentimental
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| Cried when Cochese died; |
| a villain need a girlfriend too
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| Love it when they play shy — and if I ever fall in love
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| See this babyface? |
| Swear I never tell a lie
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| Gossip got you hatin me so much right now
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| Like Kelis, ready to call police, give 'em all the heat
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| You know I’m on parole, so you chose not to beep for a week
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| Couldn’t see your man goin up creek
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| Fuck the B.I.'s, the letters, and the short-eye pictures
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| I’ma ride for my bitches, if they ride for my niggas
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| I see you workin hard, the wrong man got you cursin God
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| Earth in the physical flesh, a certified star
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| You make your own, I know you tired of spendin days alone
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| All cried out, I’m wonderin if I can take you home
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| We can lay up, breakfast when you wake up
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| A covergirl, lovin your world, fly no make-up
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| Ain’t nuttin change, I stay sunk in the Range
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| I get brain, switch lanes when I’m pluckin a dame
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| Hit your job on your lunch break, the spots they can take
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| Make a date later this week, so we can celebrate
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| Knew my hustle, you never did try to knock it
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| The first true thug in your life, I got you in the pocket
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| Wasn’t with the sneakin thing, the hill showed your appeal
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| You keep it real with the feminine feel
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| I still love the stretch socks and your Reeboks
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| I love my mami’s, konichi-wa, and your nani-nani
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| How does it feel for you to be in my world
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| Even my girl shoppin sprees Monopoly cheese, coppin you pearls
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| Sautee or foreplay, all day
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| From the bedroom, to the hallway, I’m all in her toes
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| Open my nose, love it when you go downtown
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| Hold a freak too, I’d love to see you, in somethin see-through
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| Beep daddy, I come and eat you
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| Speedin in a Caddy buck on the (?), room three-two
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| The spot next to (?) low, nobody gotta know
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| I left the studio ma, yeah, we gotta cop and go
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| But don’t sweat it though, I got us round trip to Mexico
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| Chanel thong to go along with your X and O |