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(feat. Busta Rhymes) |
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[Chorus x2: Busta Rhymes] |
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Thisss one, right motherfuckin here! |
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Thisss one, right motherfuckin here! |
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Thisss one, right motherfuckin here! |
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Thisss one.. ha hah, word up.. |
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[Diamond] |
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Now.. I love the way your hair blows in the breeze |
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The way your fingers move when you roll your trees |
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After thirty days I'm diggin on your steez |
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By next year I'll be down on my knees, uh |
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When I'm around you I hate to breeze |
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Seems as if I knew you, when I was rockin Lee's |
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Doin needle drops on "Pass the Peas" |
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We go together like George and Louise |
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You had me shaky on the hash from Lebanese |
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I knew you was dead-ass, when we exchanged keys |
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Gift certificates from Tiffany's |
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Even, showed you the safe where I kept my G's |
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I used to, toss and turn now I doze with ease |
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I wanna grow old, within your squeeze |
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Sails at night, on the Carribean seas |
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Coastal trips, in drop-top Z's |
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[Chorus] |
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[Diamond] |
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I love the way I feel when we conversate |
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Eatin at charities at a thousand a plate |
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Even had a brother on a pair of ice skates |
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And turned me on to snackin on rice cakes |
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When it comes to lovin, there's no debate |
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No need to swerve cause the sex is great |
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Every little move I anticipate, but I |
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Take it slow like I'm on a blind date |
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I'm fiendin for you honey, there's no escape |
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I know it's gonna happen, so I just wait |
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You even had your girlfriends set some bait (true) |
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To see if my love would disintergrate |
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But uhh, you know my style and that ain't my trait |
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I stay up late, hit the crates and create |
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An atmosphere where we can contemplate |
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On our next move, so things'll be straight |
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[Chorus] |
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[Diamond] |
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I like to reminisce about your soft embrace |
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When we got it on in your lavender lace, uh |
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Makin moves all over the place |
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Lickin on each other, not leavin a trace |
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No more shorts, now you're rollin with an ace |
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You got me listenin to Monica and Case |
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It's funny how I used to go to face to face |
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To livin in a six-thousand square feet space |
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Now I'm laced, the memories can't be erased |
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On one-two-five, when I first threw bass |
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I was a little shy but I still gave chase |
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Mesmerized, by your exotic taste uh |
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Complete, you hold heat in your waist |
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Said you'd be there, if I fall from grace |
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But 'til the day I die I'ma stay in the race |
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And you can put that on my man Black Stase |
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[Chorus] |
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[Busta Rhymes] |
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Yes baby LOVE! |
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It is YOU that I'm gon' definitely have understand |
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How much I solidify the firm focus, on you bein the female |
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Just hold a nigga down baby, I'll give you the world |
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Stay tuned love, you'll see it. |
