| You wanna half, or you ready for the whole thing?
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| You ready for the whole thing?
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| Shit, you ain’t gon' change on a nigga ha?
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| Tchk, no
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| I’ma make you out my boonapalist, ya heard me?
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| That’s straight
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| Keep it real with me and I’ll keep it real with you
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| No matter what the world may think, boy I’ll always be your Boo
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| I’ma let you shine, all the time
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| But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggas, you mine
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| I’ma let you shine, all the time
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| But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggas, you mine
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| My ghetto boonapalist, I wanna see you topless
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| Lie you in my bed like the six-fo', then drop this
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| To a deck, overlookin, a beautiful ocean sight
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| Take you out the ghetto, if it’s only fo' one night
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| I’ma keep it real girl, I ain’t gon' bullshit or stunt
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| See I make my money, every first of the month
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| If you could, be there for me like I’ma, be there for you
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| Everything that you could think about I’ma make it, come true
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| I 'member you used to visit me in jail, some say that love is blind
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| But I told you when I get out, I’ma make sure that you shine
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| A couple of carats around your finger, baguettes around your wrist
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| A couple of million in the bank, damn we the shit
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| Put the kids in private school, but still pack that tool
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| Cause you know them niggas think we rich
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| They gon' act a fuckin fool
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| Keep it real with me and I’ll keep it real with you
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| No matter what the world may think, boy I’ll always be your Boo
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| I’ma let you shine, all the time
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| But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggas, you mine
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| I’ma let you shine, all the time
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| But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggas, you mine
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| Keep it real with me and I’ll keep it real with you
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| No matter what the world may think, boy I’ll always be your Boo
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| Yo, but when I greet you I greet you like you a lady
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| I just ask your name, I never say «Yo whazzup baby?»
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| Because you lookin fine, havin a beautiful day
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| Now it’ll be my pleasure just to greet you up on your way
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| Wherever you goin, we can even jump in the ride
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| I’ll drive you round the city, be your chaffeur, make it live
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| Don’t means I wanna creep witchu, just wanna be witchu
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| Girl you keep it real with me
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| And look I keep it real with you too Boo
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| All of these feelings I’m holdin inside
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| Some feelings I can never hide
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| I never keep a secret or tell a lie
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| I’ma let you shine all the time
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| And when you roll through the ghetto
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| Let them niggas know that you mine, ya heard me?
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| Keep it real with me and I’ll keep it real with you
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| No matter what the world may think, boy I’ll always be your Boo
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| I’ma let you shine, all the time
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| But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggas, you mine
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| I’ma let you shine, all the time
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| But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggas, you mine
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| You don’t ever have to worry bout me sayin I’m your lady
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| Keep it real with me cause boy you know you really drive me crazy
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| All I want. |
| is for us, to be, together
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| No matter what. |
| I’ll be there through stormy weather
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| Keep it real with me and I’ll keep it real with you
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| No matter what the world may think, boy I’ll always be your Boo
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| Keep it real with me and I’ll keep it real with you
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| No matter what the world may think, boy I’ll always be your Boo
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| My ghetto boonapalist ya heard me?
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| My boonapalist -- every thug need one
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| That’s a woman that ain’t gon', stress her man, ya heard me?
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| Every thug need a boonapalist, uh-heh
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| She know when you out there hustlin, she gon' be there for you
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| And when you locked down, she gon' be there for you
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| When things ain’t right, she gon' be there for you
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| When yo' paper ain’t right, her paper gon' be right, ya heard me?
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| That’s a boonapalist, that’s what I need
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| That’s what I need a boonapalist
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| But all the homies out there
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| If your boonapalist straight, and you come up, huh
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| You take your boonapalist and, you put her on top, ya heard me?
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| That’s that boonapalist love, ya heard me? |