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Yo this one aight though |
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Yo, me and Cool V |
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Dis dis dis gon' be dis gon' be our new single |
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And when you hear this story you'll say it's aight though |
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Yo yo yo yo Cool V, why don't you give me a cue |
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One more cue, and then I'm ready to go in |
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(Verse One) |
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Don't you like when the winter's gone |
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And all of a sudden it starts gettin warm |
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The trees and the grass start lookin fresh |
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And the sun and sky be lookin their best |
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Birds be singin, flowers be bloomin |
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A lot of brand new cars be zoomin |
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Fly girls lookin the best they can be |
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And the guys be dukey dukey Dan you see |
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Besides all that I like the warm weather |
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Cause that's when you can get yourself together |
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But I like Easter time with a grin |
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Cause when I was little we used to go to Coney I-sland |
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We used to eat a lot of stuff like cotton candy |
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Cause back then, it was like fine and dandy |
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You used to get dressed up in double knits |
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And your plaid suit jackets, they were the shits |
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The good ol' days, was back then |
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And the reason I reminisce, cause.. |
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(Chorus: Biz sings - voice slowed down) |
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It's spring again |
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Everybody know it's spring again |
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To the girls and boys and people above |
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This is the time to fall in love |
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(Verse Two) |
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Now girls - have you ever broke up with your boyfriend |
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And you felt that the world was comin to an end |
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Sittin around the house poutin for no reason |
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Just because you thought your man was skeezin |
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For a couple of days, look gloomy and gray |
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Thinkin about the ol' happy days |
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All of a sudden, the telephone ring |
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He beg for your forgiveness and you know what that brings |
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Joy and happiness into your life |
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Before you felt like your heart was stabbed by a knife |
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I'm tellin you girls keep the man that you got |
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'Cause if he cheats you might need a V.D. shot |
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You know two wrongs don't make a right |
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And if he did something wrong don't do the same it's not polite |
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Please don't make this breakin' up a trend, because... |
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(Verse Three) |
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Now fellas - have you ever met a girl that tried to front |
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And wanted you to act like you was on the hunt |
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I used to see my homeboys frown and fret |
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For a girl that always tryin' to play hard to get |
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I know I caught it myself I must admit |
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And said anything you want you gotta work hard for it |
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Me the diabolical be obsessed? |
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And go after something that a girl possess? |
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They're really owning yours like a pair of drawers |
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They want you to be like Santa Claus |
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They want drug dealers, and four-wheelers trucks, jewelery |
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They expect me to steal, huh? |
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Shee-aht, I know they must be buggin' |
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They better hit the streets and do their own muggin' |
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But in this case, you'll just over look her |
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Send her on her way and say I can't help ya hooker |
