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(Stephen Marley) |
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And EH! |
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And I see you passing by my way, again... |
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And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... |
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And I see you passing by my way, again...Yeah |
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And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... |
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Can't 'cha get along? |
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Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say.. |
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Got to get along |
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Papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. |
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(This is where you belong...) |
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Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..Uh |
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And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. |
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(This is where you belong...) |
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(Mr. Cheeks) |
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Eh, excuse me dime piece, |
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Where you headed off to with that chip up on ya shoulder |
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Lemme help get that off you (Yeah) |
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Walkin around like you lost and from out of town |
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Who got you down, yo shit, you too hot to frown |
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I see you time to time whenever you creep through |
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You know my cousin D2, yea that's my peop-le |
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I always ask about 'cha, I guess I spoke you up |
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I swear if you was trees, I'd roll, light, and smoke you up (Yeah) |
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And I'm not kiddin wit'cha, for real a nigga dig ya |
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But can we hang out, spend some time, that's what I'm tryna figure |
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Live alone, got a style all your own |
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Cin-a-min complexion skin tone, I know you been grown |
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The mouth is statured with a work, for real it got me hurtin |
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Of course a nigga flirtin, come from behind that curtain |
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I got some more deliveries but yet I be back |
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And when I get back I wanna see that (see that) |
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Matter-a fact gimme that number lemme hit you on the arm |
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By the time I get back you be gone (be gone) |
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Yeah, I got that number from her, 'cause after work she outtie |
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Headed back to the crib where she can live and get it clouty |
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At eight o'clock, we meet up at that after-work spot (Yeah) |
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If no one told ya today, yo that shirt is skirr-hot |
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You keep ya nails painted, always got ya hair done |
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Tonight's the night me and you go out and share one |
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(Stephen Marley) |
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And I see you passing by my way, again...Eh |
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And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... |
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And I see you passing by my way, again...Eh |
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And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... |
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Can't 'cha get a- Eh! |
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Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..Eh |
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And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. |
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(This is where you belong...) |
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Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..What'cha say? |
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And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. |
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(This is where you belong...) |
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(Mr. Cheeks) |
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Yeah, aiyyo, |
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We meet in front the jazz spot, she lookin right as ever |
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Boostin mastergloves, them gloves that master leather |
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Smile when she see me, I guess I'm lookin comfy |
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She grabbed my hand and walked in front me, man I think she want me |
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Got a table for two in the rear |
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'cause over there, you's allowed to throw somethin in the air |
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Music soundin good, we hopped up out our chairs |
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I'm close up on them smells, we're burnin L's and bears |
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We had a few drinks, we ate a meal and all |
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This night and her cousin, for real I feel it all |
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She got me woide open, I guess she wide too |
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'cause she done told me anytime I wanna slide through |
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That I can slide through, I take you on that offer |
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I had to warn her, laughed and joked a bit, now I'm back up on her |
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Not tonight but give me some time, I'ma bag you |
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and make you my permanent Ragu |
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(Stephen Marley) |
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And I see you passing by my way, again...Eh |
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And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... |
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And I see you passing by my way, again... |
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And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... |
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Can't 'cha get Eh! |
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Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..Eh |
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Papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. |
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(This is where you belong..) |
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*music fades out* |
