| Miscellaneous
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| You Already Know
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| Chorus:
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| I’m chillin' with my broad and you already know
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| And if you wanna reach me hit me on the down-low
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| If I don’t call back don’t put on a show
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| When I pass by your house and blow instead of knocking on ya door
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| I’m chillin' with my broad and you already know
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| And if you wanna reach me hit me on the down-low
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| If I don’t call back don’t put on a show
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| When I pass by your house and blow instead of knocking on ya door
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| Verse:
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| You know that opposites attract and hoes choose max
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| And how some girls pack when playaz don’t call them back?
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| Why is that? |
| Why is that?
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| Is it cuz its hard to ignore
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| The kind of man you adore but already spoken for?
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| Or are you caught up in ya thang
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| Holdin' ya head in shame cuz you don’t know my real name
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| Who’s to blam cuz it ain’t my fault
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| It’s another lesson taught when you fuckin with Hawk
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| Caught up in a rapture wasn’t hard to capture
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| With my heavyweight frame and my 6 post stature
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| I snatched ya
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| whatever this game plan
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| Wanted me to be your man but I had other plans
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| It was a one night stand
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| Now the shit hit the fan
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| And every time you see me with her you wanna hold my hand
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| But you don’t understand that you’re not my type
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| I got a wife and you were just my late-night hype
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Verse:
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| Now I admit I was wrong for leading you on
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| The long talks on the phone, you thought our bond was strong?
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| But my woman’s at home so girl leave me alone
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| And all the plans you had for us, they’ve been post-poned
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| Now I ain’t bein' rude I’m just the type of dude
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| To buy you a little food to get you into the mood
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| Now we’re both in the nude and I’m catchin' that attitude
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| You’re actin' crude and shrewd and showin' no gratitude
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| You broke all the rules
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| And I’m glad I’m peepin'
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| You couldn’t be like Victoria and keep this secret
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| You wastin' your time pushin' *69
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| But the cell phone I called you on ain’t even mine
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| It was strictly a bump and grind cuz that’s how I play
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| You said you didn’t mind so why we hate this way?
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| It was just the other day when you said this
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| And why you think I act funny when you ask for a kiss?
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| You sick bitch
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Now you rubbin' me
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| Kissin' and huggin' me
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| Infatuated with the thug in me
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| You say you lovin' me
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| This situation’s gettin' ug-i-ly
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| Got ya partners mean-muggin' me
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| Girl you’re buggin' me
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| Gettin' on my last nerve
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| And then you wonder why you got kicked to the curb
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| You’re puzzled like cross word
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| And askin' me to choose either you or my wife?
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| Girl you know you’d lose!
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| Now yo ass got the blues bitch goody two-shoes
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| Sittin' there all confused feelin' like you’ve been used
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| Your privelages were abused and now you know
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| Instead of knocking on the door I’m Gonna pass by and blow
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| Gotta go, gotta go
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| Gotta chill with me broad
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| So I toots my horn since you’ve been actin' fraud
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| I hit you with the raw and you went outrageous
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| I should’ve warned you though that your love is contagious
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| Repeat Chorus |