| Feels good to know that someone loves you
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| (To know someone loves you)
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| Feels good to know someone cares
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| (I wanna feel you)
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| It’s been a long time since I felt you
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| Just call my name I’ll be there
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| (Feels so good)
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| (Daz)
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| Young Daz rollin through high surbuban, swervin
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| Down the block, catchin eyes and cutie pies
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| Observe, that is somethin particular, met 'em ??? |
| town
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| Homegirl what’s ya name, she replied the same
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| Yo baby lookin fly, I could see it in her eye
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| Respect me, you best be prepared when you sex me Since I let you tell it girl I could rock you 'til your heart stops
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| Down to your knees like just like havin a seizure
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| Please you with the conversation ?? |
| ???
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| Later on, have you chillin talkin 'bout livin lavish and bubble bathes
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| Kickin it on the Ave, young Daz trippin off the times we had
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| Wasn’t usual but it was crucial, that I had the bomb and you had it Couldn’t even get mad, it wasn’t expected from the baddest girl around town
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| I paged you early in the day, by 10:30 have it all locked down
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| What you did to me couldn’t be duplicated, you made it the bomb
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| Even playa hated sometimes, keep in mind
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| When you layed your head, you knew you layed it in the right place
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| When you gave it up girl, you knew you ran the right race
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| Make it hot and sweet, give your body to me Young Daz, sho''nuff gon’get it, homegirl
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| And it feels good baby
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| (Hook)
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| (Kurupt)
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| In my mind’s eye all I see is time passin by,
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| will I make it to the other side
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| Ready to ride, we was all born to die
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| But will I die alone, baby girl what’s it gon’be
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| She got the bombest shape I ever seen before
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| Man, she got a brother thinkin 'bout never doin wrong, man
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| Go on girl with your bad ass,
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| she got her own bank account, makin her own cash
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| I might be movin to fast, but with an ass shaped like that
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| She’s the shit, plus she makes her own money, she ain’t after my chips
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| I mean what more could I ask for, what else would I blast for
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| Catch a G dippin by high at the sky, I lace the game
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| Everybody wants the best, and every gangsta has a gangstaress
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| When I pulled on the block lovin the hood like a muthafucka
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| Then I seen my girl, felt good from that moment on
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| (Hook)
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| (Daz)
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| Yo Daz (get busy)
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| Kurupt (get busy)
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| All my ladies (get busy)
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| It don’t stop (get busy)
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| Ay yo Daz (get busy)
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| Kurupt (get busy)
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| It don’t stop y’all (get busy)
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| It don’t stop y’all (get busy)
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| Who ya down for (you)
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| To ride or die, to lie, baby just for you)
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| Wouldn’t trade you for no money or no girls
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| It was me and you to rule the world
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| (it was me and you to rule the world)
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| She cruise my neighborhood draggin the ground,
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| layin it down on hundred spokes
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| Flossin with her homegirls with no shirt
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| Pull around the corner, Dana Dane’s shinin
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| She see me on the grind and on the front line and
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| You know where I hang, about handlin things
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| Be on the corner where the bangers bang
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| Flossin the neighborhood with your homegirls yellin «whoo, whoo»
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| (Kurupt)
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| Lookin extra cute, G’d in my Coupe
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| Get your bounce on baby girl, I love her
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| Plus you’ll bounce with me, I adore her
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| 'Cause she’ll blaze an ounce with me (say what)
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| Khakis more creased than mine
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| She’s gangstafied, she wears Dickies not Calvin Kleins
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| Never ignore me 'cause she adores me, ya know, ya know
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| (Hook to fade) |