| Said I’m lookin' for brains, good looks and skills
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| Step on up if you think you fit the bill
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| I know what you look like but looks can be decieving
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| Let me tap the brain so I can justify the reason
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| Why I’m callin' your name in my sleep
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| Why I memorised the tag number on your jeep
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| I think your skills is something that I want to check
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| Judging by your looks and your thighs when you flex
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| I been askin' around tryin' to figure what to do
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| I know all the names of the fellas in your crew
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| I ain’t playin' no game I’m for real
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| The cards is on the table so I think you know the deal
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| I bet you if I got closer you wouldn’t doubt it
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| Everything would be clear and not clouded
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| But I don’t want to get deep yet
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| I want to make you feel all the love you can get, yeah
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| (chorus)
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| You’re lookin' good to me
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| You’re lookin' good to me
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| You’re lookin' good to me
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| You’re lookin' good to me (w/ ad libs)
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| (verse 2)
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| I gotta come correct, make it clear, state me claim
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| I want you to know you’re drivin' me insane
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| Now I don’t want to press, but I must confess |
| That it won’t take long 'fore the lifting of the dress
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| But that’s the ways, damn that I know you’re fine
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| Plus I gotta know that you’re gonna be mine
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| But check this out, do you have any kids?
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| Even though, I gotta say I wouldn’t mind if you did
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| But with the kids comes the ex-girlfriend
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| And then I want to know, is she still tryin' to blend?
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| Cause I ain’t one to be fightin' in the streets
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| Tryin' to duck flyin' bottles every time that we meet (from a dumb ass
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| bitch)
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| So tell me when the coast is clear so I can get near
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| Fell your soft lips when you whisper in my ear
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| Cause ain’t no reason to hide when you ride
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| I want to scream your name when you holding me tight (in the middle of the
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| night) yeah
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| (chorus)
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| (verse 3)
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| So what’s up? |
| Can we do this or not?
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| I’m ready to give eveything that I got
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| I’m waitin' on you to make the next move
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| But I hope you move quick or you’re gonna knock the groove
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| The green lights flashin ready, set, go!
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| Everything I think you need, yeah you know
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| Sexy little buggar, heart strings tugger |
| Tell me where she at cause I want to thank your mother
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| I don’t give a damn about the rules that I’m breakin'
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| Step onto your face, straight up with no fakin'
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| You’re killing me softly so I’m pressed for time
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| Why don’t you just say that you’re gonna be mine
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| Cause ain’t no other in the world for you lover
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| And that’s what you are, a sexy brown brother
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| I’m keepin' it real so you know how I feel
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| Cause I want to be with you and just chill
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| (chorus till fade…) |