| When it comes to a secret, maybe, if you down
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| I got a man, yet I’m known to sneak around
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| Huh, I just can’t help but mingle
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| If a cutie steps up, I fake the funk and say I’m single
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| I’m down wit runnin' games, I know it’s a shame
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| But when I kiss, I never give 'em my real name
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| I’m not a hooker, but I’m the good looker
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| Known to flirt, lookin' good in a tight skirt
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| Now, um, back to my man, and help these begin
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| And know how I’m sorta messin' wit his best friend
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| We were first introduced at a party
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| Okay, I admit that I was naughty lookin' at his body
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| Prime example of a typical chipmunk
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| My booties kinda thick so you know I’m pullin' niggas quick
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| Look but don’t touch, no need to rush
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| We can get together if you kept it on the hush hush
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| I won’t tell if you won’t tell
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| Nowadays you gotta keep it on the hush hush tip
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| (I won’t tell if you won’t tell
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| Nowadays you gotta keep it on the hush hush)
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| If he doesn’t know, how can it hurt?
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| My mans should of known from the jump, that I’m a chick, no nut work
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| Why do you think I got the name N-Tyce? |
| Why do you think all the fellas be lookin' twice?
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| I am what I am and that’s a fly chick
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| People compare me to Rick because I’m so «slick»
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| Now check it out, I was coolin' wit my girlfriends
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| Walkin' by mad guys, gettin' more whistles than a whirlwind
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| Yeah, that’s what we was hearin'
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| Walk a little closer, baby, as we were starin'
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| At this one and that one, I spotted this fly kid
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| It was my mans best friend starin' weak in his eye lid
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| Yo, I must admit that I was shocked
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| I mean, my man’s best friend sneakin' up on my jock?
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| Could I get caught? |
| I think my chances were slim
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| I mean, yo, what’s my man got to do with him? |
| Heh
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| No rings on my finger, so I’m cheatin'
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| Coolin' wit my man’s best friend, now, trick
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| A freak can do wit a thought, that ya best friend would sneak
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| Behind ya back, every week wit ya girl in his sack
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| I’m not dumb, I knew that was the plan of my man
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| To test me, to see if I would kick it wit his friend
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| But, um, I’m a tough act to follow
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| When it comes to runnin' games, call me Chicago |
| Matter fact, there ain’t a brother that can hang
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| Didn’t, now ya know, that N-Tyce is my name
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| You try to play me like a Genesis
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| Now it’s time for me to step off, I gotta put an end to this
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| I can have my cake and eat it too
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| But, you both get the boot, huh, lookin' for someone new
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| You got played, now you want me to keep it on the hush hush?
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| Another bites the dust
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| Shh, Method dog, we out, Tical
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| (Sneakin' behind his back, sneakin' behind his back, uh
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| Sneakin' behind his back, sneakin' behind his back) |