| Her name was Kim, this light skinned girl from Shaolin
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| Stood by my side when my world was caved in
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| She cooked for me, fix me up, plus made me happy
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| Every time she told me she loved me, I said «no"back
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| Since I was fucked up in the game, migranes
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| No honey in pockets, all I had was the change
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| Fourty-five feelings, they got the beef
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| I through the heat to my dome
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| She said «If you shoot, you ain’t the real Pretty Tone»
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| Baby, come home, you not alone, be strong whether right or wrong
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| Our bond is even more stronger when the night is gone
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| Say, «Yo, Starks relax, you know I got the hot water runnin
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| Baby, oiled down, pots in the oven»
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| And my lovin'? |
| It’s gone when they style old fashion
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| And, a, don’t worry bout that jam, you gonna smash 'em
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| Whose asking, your still has come
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| Stay focused, keep it cool, you know I love you
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| Love you too, babe, thank you
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| Uh… (you out there) you got it
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| The more I drowned, the more down he went
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| As if to say, them other chicks wasn’t meant
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| When she came through, by every square inch possible
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| Help the kid get on out, every obstacle
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| Long talks at night, arguments and still try’nna solve
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| Whether who is right, we mad tight
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| And the way she, never call the cops on a nigga
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| Got me, open, even more on her with her bangin' body
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| My favorite sweetheart, cum, but don’t ever stop
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| Your love, give me every drop, you kiss get’s me very hot
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| Never felt feelings before, and felt so sure
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| Every time you put it on me, I fiend for more
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| Think that’s the reason why, can’t leave, can’t lie
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| Look you dead in the eye
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| Word to fuck up, like Ralph, baby, your the greatest
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| I’mma sell my guns, and with the cash I’mma bring you to Vegas
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| Uh… you got it
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| I was down in the sea of love
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| Going down to a clear cloud
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| You came and saved me dear (saved me)
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| It’s too bad you didn’t do it, I ain’t never been used to it
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| The way we stopped them, dear (stopped them dear)
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| To all the ladies who love they man
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| Though they fuck up, and you still let them back in
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| Make some noise if you cook and you clean for 'em
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| Out of love, doing juks for them
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| To all my ladies who love a girl with good brains on 'em
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| Baggin' to get your name tattoed on 'em
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| Kiss 'em in the morning, hold 'em, definetly show 'em
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| We got our crab down, packed when it’s time to mold 'em
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| Oh… oh. |
| oh… oh oh…
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| Uh… (you out there) you got it
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| I was down… thank you |