| Thisss one, right motherfuckin here!
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| Thisss one, right motherfuckin here!
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| Thisss one, right motherfuckin here!
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| Thisss one. |
| ha hah, word up.
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| Now. |
| I love the way your hair blows in the breeze
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| The way your fingers move when you roll your trees
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| After thirty days I’m diggin on your steez
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| By next year I’ll be down on my knees, uh
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| When I’m around you I hate to breeze
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| Seems as if I knew you, when I was rockin Lee’s
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| Doin needle drops on «Pass the Peas»
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| We go together like George and Louise
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| You had me shaky on the hash from Lebanese
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| I knew you was dead-ass, when we exchanged keys
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| Gift certificates from Tiffany’s
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| Even, showed you the safe where I kept my G’s
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| I used to, toss and turn now I doze with ease
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| I wanna grow old, within your squeeze
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| Sails at night, on the Carribean seas
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| Coastal trips, in drop-top Z’s
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| I love the way I feel when we conversate
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| Eatin at charities at a thousand a plate
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| Even had a brother on a pair of ice skates
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| And turned me on to snackin on rice cakes
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| When it comes to lovin, there’s no debate
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| No need to swerve cause the sex is great
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| Every little move I anticipate, but I
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| Take it slow like I’m on a blind date
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| I’m fiendin for you honey, there’s no escape
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| I know it’s gonna happen, so I just wait
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| You even had your girlfriends set some bait (true)
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| To see if my love would disintergrate
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| But uhh, you know my style and that ain’t my trait
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| I stay up late, hit the crates and create
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| An atmosphere where we can contemplate
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| On our next move, so things’ll be straight
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| I like to reminisce about your soft embrace
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| When we got it on in your lavender lace, uh
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| Makin moves all over the place
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| Lickin on each other, not leavin a trace
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| No more shorts, now you’re rollin with an ace
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| You got me listenin to Monica and Case
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| It’s funny how I used to go to face to face
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| To livin in a six-thousand square feet space
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| Now I’m laced, the memories can’t be erased
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| On one-two-five, when I first threw bass
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| I was a little shy but I still gave chase
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| Mesmerized, by your exotic taste uh
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| Complete, you hold heat in your waist
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| Said you’d be there, if I fall from grace
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| But 'til the day I die I’ma stay in the race
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| And you can put that on my man Black Stase
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| Yes baby LOVE!
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| It is YOU that I’m gon' definitely have understand
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| How much I solidify the firm focus, on you bein the female
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| Just hold a nigga down baby, I’ll give you the world
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| Stay tuned love, you’ll see it. |