| Yo what’s up Shawnie Shawn?
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| Man, just trippin off this girl, man
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| Girls?
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| You?
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| The Iceberg?
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| Aw man, come on, spill it, man
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| She was a swinger
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| Talkin 'bout high post
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| She was the most
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| Knew she was fine, dope, fly
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| She didn’t have to try
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| She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club
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| I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn’t budge
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| She moved through the crowd in a straight line
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| The closer she got, mad thoughts ran through my mind
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| Yo, what would I say, yo, how would I chill?
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| My mind drew a blank, the whole scene was ill
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| She stepped in the light, she was dynamite
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| Her eyes said, «I wanna be with you all night
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| I wanna rub you down, I wanna kiss, caress your soul
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| Make your body warm and cold
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| Do everything sexually you ever heard»
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| And she hadn’t said a single word.
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| I said, «Damn, what the hell am I gonna do?»
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| But my eyes said the same things too
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| I tried to speak, she put a finger across my lips
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| Followed it with a kiss
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| She said, «I want you bad,» and she moved in next to me
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| This woman spelled out ecstacy
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| Said, «I've seen on the movies and TV
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| I love your records, but I ain’t no groupie
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| Just wanna love ya, cause you’re a real man
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| And you deserve this lovin like only I can»
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| I wanted her bad, and I am a man
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| That night the shit hit the fan
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| Damn, man
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| Keep on with it, man
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| Come on now kick it, man
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| You gotta kick it right, though
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| Let me know what’s up
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| She had a 500 S-E-L airtight
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| Cellular phone, brand-new, it was white on white
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| As we walked to the car, I couldn’t help but recognize
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| Her small waist and sexy thighs
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| She had a beach house she owned and a restaurant
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| Took me in her crib and put Sade on
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| As the waves hit the rocks in the moonlight
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| She came up behind me and squeezed me real tight
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| My mind started to trip, flip, roll, and roam
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| What about my girl who’s at sleep at home?
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| But before I could lock in on that thought
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| She broke out with a new men’s watch that she had bought
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| She put it round my wrist, it was a perfect fit
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| And said in my ear, «Want you to have it»
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| Then she unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground
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| My mind was totally blown by now
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| She gazed at me nude in the moonlight
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| Pumps still on, her body was firm and tight
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| I looked at her breasts as they glistened and rised
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| Right before my eyes
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| And all I could say to myself was, «Damn.»
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| The night the shit hit the fan
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| Man, man, man
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| I understand…
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| (The night the shit hit the fan)
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| Come on now
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| I feel it
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| Come on
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| (The night the shit hit the fan)
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| Damn, man
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| It’s all that
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| Shit
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| Come on, Ice
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| Kick that shit
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| Now I’m a player, I been all around the world
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| Made love to many girls
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| But tonight this was the big league
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| And I was worryin about fatigue
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| I wanna do this girl, so she won’t forget me
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| And I knew that she’d let me
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| She moved close and took my shirt off
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| She said my skin was soft
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| Then slipped her hand
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| Between my stomach and my waist band
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| Man, I couldn’t take it no more
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| Fuck the bedroom, we use the kitchen floor
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| We hit skins all weekend
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| We didn’t even eat, we just hit em again
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| I love to think about how it went down
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| But she’s no longer around
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| Left town with some fly guy
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| She’s on some island drinkin D’Acqueray’s and Mai Thai’s
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| But she gave me the keys to the beach house
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| She knows what I’m about, at least now she figured out
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| I ain’t nothin but a straight up man
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| And I might need those keys the next time the shit hits the fan
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| Yeah
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| Uh!
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| Yeah
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| Uh.
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| Yeah
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| Uh
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| I want her
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| Damn
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| All that, all that
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| And after all that
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| You know?
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| You always know, man
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| In the long run
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| You meet another one like the other one |