| It’s your boy, big Snoop D-O-double G, got a couple a my homeboys wit me right
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| now
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| And we wanna holla at the ladies, not you fool
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| Oh, that’s your girl, well let me know
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| Or maybe not, or let her know
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| What else (what else, what else, yea, what else)
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| What else could I say, what else could I do, if she keep looking my way
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| Smoking on the bombs, I don’t drink the Henl like I used to
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| Plus I’m more calm, aged she grown to center stage, front page
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| It’s been written all over your body and all over your face
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| You for me, it's me for you, it’s true
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| What u tryna do, what u tryna get into
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| There is just so many different things I can see that you into, soft and gentle
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| Someone that a nigga like me could get into
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| She been through similar things that I’ve been through
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| What you wanna do, wanna do
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| Just a little to get you, a little bit closer so I could paint you a picture
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| I can keep the bubble popping, if you add to the mixture
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| And just
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| Let me know (let me know), if you want you can leave with me
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| Let him know, that you wanna be with me
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| Let us go, so we can get this z, in between the sheets
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| Let me know so I can scoop you up and ride out
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| So I can show you what just one night stand about
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| I’m gonna get up in em sheets like Ron Isley
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| Freaky sideki, I love when you surprise me
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| You ain’t into all that club hopping
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| We headin straight to my yacht, lil mama to get it poppin
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| All that ass baby girl, let's make it crackalay
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| Smellin like grapes, I’m gonna mate like apes
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| So seductive, you ma lil pumpkin
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| Then I can’t go 5 minutes without us humping
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| You can be with me, just constantly be ma freak
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| So we can get to sweatin in em satin sheets
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| All this time on our hands, we gotta twerk som’n
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| Cause I been patiently waiting, to hurt som’n
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| Sexy thing, this our secret location
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| We can always meet up an exchange sex faces
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| The moment the bill in, yea dollars go spend
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| A couple a thug niggas, sippy cups in hand
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| And a couple a jealous eyes, ain’t no surprise
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| She figures she can hit me, wit a couple of lies
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| Hold up, what your nigga got to do wit me?
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| Slide me the church, yea so easy
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| Heading back to the circle with a couple of girls
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| Making sure I see that ass do a couple a twirls
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| Couple a more sips, now you’re back in ma face
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| Watching you so hard, nigga tryna give chase
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| I ain’t playin no tug-a-war, now what you here for?
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| What’s keeping the dirty looks, all on the dance floor
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| Let me know
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| Let me know fast, your drunk ass want, or let me go
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| Really though, you need to make up your mind
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| Cause the nigga that you with make you decline |