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(feat. Shawnie Shawn) |
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[Shawnie Shawn] |
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Yo, what's goin on Ice? |
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[Ice-T] |
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Yo what's up Shawnie Shawn? |
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Man, just trippin off this girl, man |
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[Shawnie Shawn] |
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Girls? |
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You? |
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The Iceberg? |
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Aw man, come on, spill it, man |
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She was a swinger |
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Talkin 'bout high post |
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She was the most |
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Knew she was fine, dope, fly |
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She didn't have to try |
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She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club |
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I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge |
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She moved through the crowd in a straight line |
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The closer she got, mad thoughts ran through my mind |
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Yo, what would I say, yo, how would I chill? |
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My mind drew a blank, the whole scene was ill |
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She stepped in the light, she was dynamite |
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Her eyes said, "I wanna be with you all night |
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I wanna rub you down, I wanna kiss, caress your soul |
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Make your body warm and cold |
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Do everything sexually you ever heard" |
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And she hadn't said a single word.. |
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I said, "Damn, what the hell am I gonna do?" |
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But my eyes said the same things too |
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I tried to speak, she put a finger across my lips |
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Followed it with a kiss |
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She said, "I want you bad," and she moved in next to me |
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This woman spelled out ecstacy |
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Said, "I've seen on the movies and TV |
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I love your records, but I ain't no groupie |
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Just wanna love ya, cause you're a real man |
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And you deserve this lovin like only I can" |
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I wanted her bad, and I am a man |
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That night the shit hit the fan |
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[Shawnie Shawn] |
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Damn, man |
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Keep on with it, man |
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Come on now kick it, man |
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You gotta kick it right, though |
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Let me know what's up |
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She had a 500 S-E-L airtight |
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Cellular phone, brand-new, it was white on white |
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As we walked to the car, I couldn't help but recognize |
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Her small waist and sexy thighs |
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She had a beach house she owned and a restaurant |
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Took me in her crib and put Sade on |
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As the waves hit the rocks in the moonlight |
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She came up behind me and squeezed me real tight |
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My mind started to trip, flip, roll, and roam |
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What about my girl who's at sleep at home? |
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But before I could lock in on that thought |
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She broke out with a new men's watch that she had bought |
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She put it round my wrist, it was a perfect fit |
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And said in my ear, "Want you to have it" |
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Then she unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground |
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My mind was totally blown by now |
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She gazed at me nude in the moonlight |
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Pumps still on, her body was firm and tight |
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I looked at her breasts as they glistened and rised |
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Right before my eyes |
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And all I could say to myself was, "Damn.." |
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The night the shit hit the fan |
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[Shawnie Shawn] |
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Man, man, man |
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I understand... |
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(The night the shit hit the fan) |
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Come on now |
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I feel it |
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Come on |
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(The night the shit hit the fan) |
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Damn, man |
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It's all that |
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Shit |
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Come on, Ice |
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Kick that shit |
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Now I'm a player, I been all around the world |
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Made love to many girls |
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But tonight this was the big league |
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And I was worryin about fatigue |
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I wanna do this girl, so she won't forget me |
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And I knew that she'd let me |
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She moved close and took my shirt off |
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She said my skin was soft |
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Then slipped her hand |
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Between my stomach and my waist band |
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Man, I couldn't take it no more |
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Fuck the bedroom, we use the kitchen floor |
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We hit skins all weekend |
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We didn't even eat, we just hit em again |
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I love to think about how it went down |
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But she's no longer around |
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Left town with some fly guy |
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She's on some island drinkin D'Acqueray's and Mai Thai's |
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But she gave me the keys to the beach house |
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She knows what I'm about, at least now she figured out |
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I ain't nothin but a straight up man |
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And I might need those keys the next time the shit hits the fan |
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Yeah |
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Uh! |
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Yeah |
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Uh.. |
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Yeah |
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Uh |
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I want her |
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[Shawnie Shawn] |
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Damn |
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All that, all that |
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And after all that |
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You know? |
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You always know, man |
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In the long run |
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You meet another one like the other one |
