| You remember when your mommy used to take you to church
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| And tie your shoes so tight until your ankles hurt?
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| Everybody in the spirit, me myself I’m bored
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| But mama spanked me in my head and I was «Praise the Lord!»
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| When the choir started singin all you seen was gals
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| But there was one particular girl I wanted to be my pal
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| Her name was Jenny, she never used to come outside
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| Cause her parents were rich and real dignified
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| When she was a regular on Sunday school
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| I said «Ma, I wanna join,» she said (shut up, fool)
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| So I ran to the preacher and I begged to serve
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| He said (you in Sunday school, you must be out yo mind!
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| You is the baddest little thing that the church done seen
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| You get suspended every month, you’re too bad, Raheem!)
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| So I went down on my knee and said, «Holy Christ
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| Thy is the ??? |
| and the eternal light»
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| So he looked at me a minute and he said (Yeah cool
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| But I’m tellin ya, my mama didn’t raise no fool
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| First rule and regulation if you step out of line
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| I’ma throw you in the street on your narrow behind!)
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| So I got up off the ground and I was «Yeah man, peace»
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| Started minglin with and Denise
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| As I mingled with the ladies Jenny walked on by
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| I was stuck between «hello,» «how you’re doin» and «hi»
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| But I finally said somethin and the girl said (hey.)
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| I musta prayed all week for the next Sunday
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| Now the Sunday finally came and I was in my seat
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| When the teacher wrote on the board 'Raheem, do not speak'
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| I ain’t really come for speakin, so I ain’t get vexed
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| Until she started askin questions and mine was next
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| Jenny lookin at me, man, I gotta get this right
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| The teacher said (class, we’re out of time, you can finish tonight)
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| So I caught up with the girl and said, «Hey, I’m new
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| But I’d really like to spend a little time with you
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| Maybe candle light dinner or a movie or two
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| Or maybe just the wild thing,» she said (not with you
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| I’m a church-going girl, you gotta marry me first)
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| I said, «What? |
| You ain’t old enough to carry a purse!»
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| She said (My mama always told me that’s the thing with men
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| If you let em get it once, you never see em again)
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| Well, I asked her for her number but her mom came in
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| And said (Jenny, don’t you let me see you talking to him
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| He’s a crooked ???, ain’t gon' be jack)
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| I was kinda insulted but I ain’t sweat that crap
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| Well, we made it to the church, the preacher started to preach
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| I fell asleep cause he was speakin that same old speech
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| Started dreamin 'bout Jenny, boy, and all I seen
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| Was me and her in full effect with a little Raheem
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| Now the Sunday after that I’m in the mood for sex
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| I said, «Jenny, skip the church, so we can rub some necks»
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| (Ah-ah, I’m a virgin and I’ll always be
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| And it’s guys like you that make it hard for me)
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| Cut the frontin, baby doll, you know you want some of this
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| So put your Bible on the ground and give the Father a kiss
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| (Kiss you? A-ah, you must be sick in your head)
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| Well, forget the kissin, baby, take it straight to the bed
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| Cause I’m the real enchilada when the heat gets warm
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| And I been waitin on your body since the day I was born
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| No need to rush because we still got time
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| And I’ma give you 30 seconds just to show you that I’m
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| The one perfect for the job of helpin you to get off
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| Any other you meet, I guarantee he’ll be soft
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| No stamina in his body, he ain’t know how to ride
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| I can even give a?? |
| massage? |
| let you stand outside
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| (Ooh — Raheem, you crazy and you make me sick)
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| I got the perfect thing for you, and this is it
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| Throw away your negativity and have some fun
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| Cause who knows when this is over and your life is done
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| If you really go to heaven or you’re goin to hell
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| Are you ready now, baby? |
| (Well, I might as well)
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| 12 o’clock Monday evening, that’s the time of the crime
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| But she on the 4th floor and that’s a ladder to climb
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| When I got up to the ladder she was up there sleep
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| Snorin louder than a mother countin many a sheep
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| I said, «Damn!» |
| so I tapped her glass
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| And tried to wake the girl but nearly bust my —
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| Well, I went home mad cause I never did get none
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| But that ain’t nothin cause I gotta meet the next one
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| Before I go there’s one thing I’ma mention
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| Never mess around with a girl if she a Born Again Christian |