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C'mon Bobby, turn off that loud shit |
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Damn, I wanna hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you |
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You know, a nigga, knahmsayin' |
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Goin' through all that shit in the streets 'n shit |
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The hip-hop shit, only shit keep a nigga mind in |
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I hear you but it's all about me and you right now |
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Word, just take off your shirt' |
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Cause I wanna massage your back and your shoulders |
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My little buttercup, yaknahmean? |
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You a buttercup girl |
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Oh, is that right? |
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YeahWell, |
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I got Love |
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Jones for you |
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Word, tell me about it |
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Love Jones, |
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I got a Love |
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JonesI got a |
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Love Jones for you |
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Love Jones, |
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I got a Love |
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JonesI got a |
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Love Jones for you |
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Yo, girl you shinin' like a brand new spankin' black glock |
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Or a thousand hundred dollar bills inside a shoe box |
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Exotic bird, special blend of selected fine herbs |
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Make me wanna kick my bitch to the curb |
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Shaped like a naked statue but look sacred |
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Candy to a baby, y'know, |
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I'm ready to take it |
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She spread your wings like a peacock |
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Girl you be the bomb and |
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Bobby be shell shocked |
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Behold as |
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I shape and mold your formless globe |
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Into a perfect |
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O and breathe the breath of life into your nose |
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With the fragrance of a fresh pink rose |
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And stroll into your eyes, the windows to your soul |
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And choose the best part, the dark pupil |
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I choseYour heart was mutual, into the center |
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I doveBackstroke in your abyss like a fish |
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Countin' every thought and dream and wish, that exists within six |
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She was filled with pleasures, of all measures |
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But never took the time to discover, her own sunken treasure |
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Unlock the jewelry box, knowledge rose to the top |
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The distilled back in the fine mists, that gave birth to the crops |
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And seas, that brought us together for the better |
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We could never separate, so maintain your stormy weather |
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So maintain the stormy weather |
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Word up and let's walk these dogs together, boo |
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Love Jones, |
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I got a Love |
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JonesI got a |
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Love Jones for you |
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Love Jones, |
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I got a Love |
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JonesI got a |
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Love Jones for you |
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Yo, Power |
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Equality, |
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Allah C's everything, my queen |
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Whattup Love, won't you just slide under my wings |
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So we can take flight, to the edge of the night |
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And like doves, we makin' love above the bright moonlight |
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You know I fills you, so let my love pass and spill through |
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Your sexual vessels, that bless you then fills you |
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Up with the knowledge and wisdom you understandin' |
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That bring forth the power, refines your whole planet |
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She couldn't maintain this heavy slang that |
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I dropped upon her |
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She claimed it never rains, down in |
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Southern California |
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Bein' a black man is most prominent and all dominant |
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I couldn't wait to get her home, so |
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I could explore her dark continent |
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And put my fountain between her hills and mountains |
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Impingin' every square inch of her circumference, |
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I was countin' |
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Twelve trillion, four hundred and seventy-eight billion |
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One hundred and eighteen million, four hundred thousand ways |
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To make children, by buildin' |
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Detected a fine mist but couldn't resist, |
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I told her"You wanna travel inside my head and see if you could rise above six?" |
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Then tilt her at the axis then bent her at her equator |
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And stuck the diamond, might deep inside the crater |
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Love Jones, |
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I got a Love |
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JonesI got a |
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Love Jones for you |
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Love Jones, |
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I got a Love |
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JonesI got a |
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Love Jones for you |
