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(baby...) bitch! you know what i want! |
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(sweet love.) i wanna talk to sampson. |
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(girl... sweet love.. feel.) |
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I want yo' sweet ? |
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(yeah, baby. sweet love.) |
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Yeah, bbc status. (girl.) |
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Mockin' birds like zorro |
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(feel... baby.. sweet love.) |
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(girl... sweet thing... feel what i feel?) |
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Ghetto princess told me she settled out in flushin' meadow |
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Fly chick rockin' size six skiletos |
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Drapped-out in tailor made leather and suede |
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A serenade for the moment, then we part ways |
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What a child girl, quiet at home, huggin' the pilow and phone |
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Now you're grown, rollin' bones, holdin' your own |
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I admire, attire be bold just like her attitude |
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Jewels from head to toe, glowin' natural |
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I'm after you, your style's what i'm attracted to |
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Realize it and keep it movin' when you do pass thru |
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Knowin' when we bump heads, we will soon bump hips |
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To be swimmin' in an ocean of love that sunk ships |
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Homin' with the tight grip, come thunderous |
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To wake up reminicisin' and spark the blunt clip |
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Have you lovin' it, wonderin' if i shall return |
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Forget me not, enternally the flame burns |
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[chorus: inspectah deck, (unknown singer)] |
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Forget me not (baby, sweet love.) |
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Forget me not (girl, feel what i feel?) |
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(baby, sweet love. girl, feel what i feel?) |
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[inspectah deck] |
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Last august, i met this hard chick, caught a carbon pick |
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'bout to visit her, man, in month six |
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Just comin' home from a two year trip |
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Now we 'bout to do two 'cause her man turned snitch |
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She under pressure, want me to come rescue her |
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But inspectah is no haven for the rester |
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I feel you breakin' out but it's the path you chose |
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****in' your foes will have sons breakin' your nose |
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I see her once or twice now as weeks went by |
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She'd slide by tryin' to hide the black eyes |
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Lookin' right though, i might go for her seduction |
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Dangerous curves, i must avoid bein' sucked in |
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Lustin', i caught her at the function |
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Slid out the side, saw the ride and jumped in |
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Later on, the fox unlatched the black box |
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Got her rocks then collapsed from the backshots |
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[chorus] |
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[inspectah deck] |
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(last night...) changed it all, i had a ball |
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First of all, i got an obscene phonecall |
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All i heard was heavy breathin', laugh sounds and moans |
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An intimate kiss followed by the dial tone |
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Repeatedly, this person kept callin' my home |
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Givin' graphic details of her sexual jones |
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No clue of who, must've been a total stranger |
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Annoyin' me, yeah, but talkin' me out my anger |
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State your name and stop playin' games |
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If you wanna spark flames, it can be arranged |
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On your side of town, right around now |
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What you workin' with, let me know how it's goin' down |
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Then the phone clicked, then once again, it rang |
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With directions to the lab, where she's doin' her thang |
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To my surprise, when i arrived, she had her legs cocked |
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I got her red hot and blessed the wet spot |
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[chorus to fade] |
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[outro: inspectah deck *in the background of the chorus*] |
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Yeah, bbc status. |
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Mockin' birds like zorro |
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Give me a phonecall tomorrow. |