| What you wanna say to make me stay awhile
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| What you wanna say to make me wanna stay
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| Just me and my peeps we gettin buzzed, lookin for clubs
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| Misses with kisses and hugs, lookin for love
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| She gotta be nice with hers, even with cookin some grub
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| Once I’m in I meet her friends, then I’m hookin my thugs
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| We’ll be blowin hundreds, always knowin where the fun is Roadrunners findin more spots than Columbus
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| Pocket full of phone numbers from some of the world wonders
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| I take my time, and find where the right one is Smooth as jazz but more than a half, ready for math
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| And on a steady path, like Betty Shabazz
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| And when I see the wiz I’ma step to my biz
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| And there she is, let’s see if she pass the quiz
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| It’s appropriate we go get soakin wet
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| Toast, we met, become close associates
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| The place is ours by now I can embrace your style
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| So much flavor I can taste your smile, stay awhile
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| Why don’t you, stay a little while
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| Stayyayyayyy, stay a little while, child
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| Baby, why don’t you, stay a little while
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| Stayyayyyayy, ayyyayyy, stay a little while, child
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| Baby, why don’t you
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| We on the low matin, infiltratin, negotiatin
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| We both be makin moves and dough, M.O.'s relatin
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| She ain’t takin I want it but yo I know she waitin
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| I throw the bait in, and before you know we datin
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| I want the format, to the doormat
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| Contacts fast, callbacks and all that
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| Your deepest ecstasy see you wear accesory
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| Your secret recipes to your bear necessities
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| She real exotic body feel like Lucile Roberts
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| Name brand closets, culturized products
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| Claws like a scorpion caught me in deeper
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| But juice sweeter, enough to buy a two seater
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| Every mile I plan to have your mind beguiled
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| Til it informs me more than you would normally allow
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| Raised more than an eyebrow with a flagrant style
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| By now I can taste your smile, stay awhile
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| Sometimes it’s hard to fight it and not let her see me get excited
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| But she know I like it, she know the deal like a psychic
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| Mind is haunted, because I always find her on it She know what I want, where I want, when I want it Blowin up my Motorola, daddy you comin over?
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| She on the sofa, holdin a remote controller
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| Candles burnin lower, favorite dish gettin colder
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| She hot as solar, cause I told her I wanna hold her
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| But her mission she sittin in one position like Yoda
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| A TV show is on to top it off she dead sober
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| Then I open the door up, and kiss her on the shoulder
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| She say I’m rollin, like Mr. Lover Lover
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| We had a hard day, ready to parlay
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| My thirsts they obey everything that God say
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| Okay let’s play awhile and I’ll embrace your style
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| So much flavor I can taste your smile, stay awhile
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| Chorus w/ variations to end |