| Mona Lisa, how long have I waited for this day
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| For us to take a ride in my cranberry lay
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| You got the scented Claiborne, the look of Mary K.
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| And a rock on your finger like you took a married name
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| We stop at your favorite spot to get your Mary Jane
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| You been smokin' for years, funny things never change
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| Your all that I need, in and not in every way
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| Yes, you could say I felt Method Man and Mary J.
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| «What is this"(just chill it) «Who are you"(come feel it)
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| «Is this su-«(-perficial, love is certain)
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| I got a pocket full of fitties
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| Drunk pissy, doing deuce-sixties, my niggaz comin' wit me
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| I go by the name of tre' thirty, sick birdie
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| I can’t sleep at night dog I’m dirty
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| I take my mans ta the spot, when it’s hot
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| We things, in the car we gangsta we think we not
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| We doing things we can’t deny but y’all supposed to try
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| The same niggaz that be asking us why
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| But girl I’m trying to get you, I love to get you
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| I wanna sit wit you and be laughin' wit you
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| I ain’t the type of people that be holding out
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| Now step up in this whip and let’s be rolling out
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| When I come correct, you know it ain’t just my words
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| I penetrate ya nerve and sex up ya curve
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| And, I know it sounds superficial, but I’m so hardcore
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| Hard like a rock in a creek, and If ecstasy is what you seek
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| Welcome to my world where the climax is all night and all day
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| We doing it 'til the sun lay
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| (come into my zone where the bliss is deep) |