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I need you... in a desperate way |
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All the girl, I've met, were so full of play (uh) |
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Your brown eyes, converted me (son, son, you see her right there) |
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And let me know (aww she's right) That you're the right girl for me |
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(I'm feelin' her, right there, son) |
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(Man, I gotta go talk to her, son, hold on for a minute, son) |
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[Solomon Childs] |
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Excuse me, what's good, girl? You look familiar |
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Was you on the Ron G. ski trip in '95 |
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I see you 'round the way, pushin' you mans Q-45 |
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And watch you and your home girls, get excited |
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From the blunt smoking, in the Escalade, sittin' on 25's |
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By the way, where you from? (get 'em) and can I come? |
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You gigglin' baby, at the same time, jigglin' baby |
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You like, I like in Queens, don't laugh |
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But my sisters used to call me a tomboy |
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And I was born in Providence, small neighborhood |
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Ain't much not, and use to date Pretty Lou from the Lost Boyz |
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So captivated by the way you walk, so caught up by the way you talk |
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Just could imagine, how you scream and moan, ass big as Miss Jones |
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[Interlude: Solomon Childs (sample)] |
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So I'm sayin', you think we can get together? |
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Spend a little time with each other and maybe you could (be my girl) |
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I mean, damn ma, look at how we look together (be my girl) |
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It's like the way you smilin' right now, you got a brother over (be my girl) |
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I'm tellin' you, we could probably start somethin' new out this (be my girl) |
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I'm tellin' you, man |
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[Solomon Childs] |
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White snow and the alpine, the kid glide |
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With a gangsta slide, and your beautiful eyes |
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We could be the next hottest thing (you know) |
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Since Pebbles and L.A. Reid, NorthFace snow suits |
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With custom made Menolo ski's |
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First of all girl, I know you need 24-7 time (it's only right) |
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But I'm a hustler, man, I play the blocks too much |
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And know how you yearn for a thugs touch |
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Crazy, as gorgeous as you is, you don't even ask for much |
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A Corona with a lemon and a Dutch (right) |
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Pina Coladas when the beach get hot |
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Cover girl, you got my stomach all caught up in knots |
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Street rebel or not, put it like this |
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We got somethin' called Ghetto Love insurance |
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So you keep it faithful to your boo |
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And your boo, will keep faithful to you |
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[Outro: Solomon Childs (sample)] |
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And then maybe, you can (be my girl) |
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I'm tellin' you ma, your home girls is even gonna like me (be my girl) |
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Even your moms, your aunties, your nana (be my girl) |
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They all gonna dig us, they gon' like how we look (be my girl) |
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They gonna know what's up with the chemistry (be my girl) |
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For real, so I'm sayin', so I'm sayin', so I'm sayin' (be my girl) |
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(Be my girl, be my girl |
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I need you... in a desperate way |
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All the girl, I've met, were so full of play |
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Your brown eyes, converted me |
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And let me know, that you're the right girl for me) |
