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Rugged style, it's enough to make a hardrock smile |
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Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all |
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Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop |
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Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair |
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Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop |
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Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- check Tical |
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[Chorus: Mary J. Blige (sample: Notorious B.I.G.)] |
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You're all, I need |
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(Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together) |
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to get by, ahhhhh |
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You're all, I need |
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(Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together) |
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to get by, ahhhhh |
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[Verse One:] |
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Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me |
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For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me |
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Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman |
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Queen with a crown that be down for whatever |
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There are few things that's forever, my lady |
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We can make war or make babies |
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Back when I was nothin |
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You made a brother feel like he was somethin |
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That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin |
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Even when the skies were gray |
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You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay" |
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Now that's real to a brother like me baby |
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Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight |
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And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live |
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In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids |
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Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife |
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Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we |
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Be livin in the effin lap of luxury |
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I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit me |
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But you did, now I'm going all out kid |
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And I got mad love to give, you my nigga |
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[Chorus 2X] |
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You're all, I need |
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(Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together) |
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to get by, ahhhhh |
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You're all, I need |
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(Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together) |
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to get by, ahhhhh |
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You're all, I need |
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(Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together) |
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to get by, ahhhhh |
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You're all, I need |
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(Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together) |
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to get by, ahhhhh |
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[Interlude: Mary J. Blige] |
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Like sweet morning dew |
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I took one look at you |
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And it was plain to see |
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You were my destiny |
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With you I'll spend my time |
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I'll dedicate my life |
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I'll sacrifice for you |
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Dedicate my life for you |
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[Verse Two:] |
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I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone |
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Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone |
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Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own |
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No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home |
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Even if I'm locked up North you in the world |
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Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo |
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It be true me for you that's how it is |
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I be your Noah, you be my Wiz |
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I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses |
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Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please |
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Be on another level of planning, of understanding |
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the bond between man and woman, and child |
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The highest elevation, cuz we above |
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All that romance crap, just show your love |
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[Chorus (starts during the end of verse two, repeats until end)] |
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[Outro: Method Man] |
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I'm sick of police |
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Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all |
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And you don't stop |
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Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- Tical! |
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Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop |
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Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical! |
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Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop |
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Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical |
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Mary J. raw |
