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Uh... sweetness.. beautiful queen |
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Beautiful queen... beautiful queen, yeah. |
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[Hook: Curtis Mayfield "The Makings of You" sample] |
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Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and |
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A great big expression of happiness |
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Boy, you couldn't miss.. |
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With a dozen roses, such will astound you |
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[Masta Killa] |
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Her refinement was beautiful, I acknowledged her attraction |
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In passing, driven by a desire to know if she's taken |
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I was askin', "Is your heart vacant? |
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Excuse me, Miss, how you feel? Can we build?" |
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Could it be the mind you see, guidin' you to me? |
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Extendin' my hand to welcome you in paradise |
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Supreme observation, di-tect hesitation |
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Your mind flashed back to other shit you've been through |
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Others left you questionable, what's acceptable? |
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The first sight of this divine light might shy you |
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Warm words melt the ice between us |
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My thoughts penetrate and begin to break through |
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[Chorus w/ hook: Masta Killa] |
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Let's hit Vegas while the weather is nice |
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Kiss my hand before I roll my dice |
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In the 7-45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep |
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It's just the simple thtings in life we do |
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[Masta Killa] |
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Watch the God as I'm shapin' and moldin' this planet I'm holdin' |
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In suspended animation, love is the highest elevation |
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Of understandin' I can show, over this candle-light scene |
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This is King toast Queen |
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We touch glasses, sippin' the finest imports |
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Frank Emerge and Love Supreme, raspberry bubble bath cream |
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Steam the mirror, I draw hearts with our name |
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Relaxin' ya brain with sweet sounds from Claudine |
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Gladys Knight on to Curtis Mayfield thing |
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It's just nice-ness, the absence of confusion |
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Love, peace and happiness, pure bliss |
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Reminisce about the evenin', hit me when you reach home |
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Maybe we can build and add on over the phone |
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Sugar I smoke bone, do you think that I'm wrong? |
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Your moms might disapprove of my smooth rudeness |
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Excuse, I don't mean to intrude |
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[Chorus w/ hook] |
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[Masta Killa] |
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Aight, yeah love |
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See you treatment is royal, relax and uncoil |
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You spoiled with petals on ya bath water, love |
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I rose in my whip with my wiz and thought |
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It rained lightly on the window, the wipe was flowin' simu' |
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To the melody, "Didn't I blow you mind?" |
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Hit the spliffs slow, sit low, seat reclined |
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In due time, every square inch will be mines |
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She so fine, reflectin' the light I shine, over wine |
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I knew she had the good nook-nook from the first look |
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Hair well groomed and thing |
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Body wrapped with the Fendi sandle to match |
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Coach back, swingin' on arm, approach the calm |
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Skin buttermilk soft as Persian lamb cloth |
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She asked for directions as if she was lost |
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But fully in tune with the stars, Sun and Moon |
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In the tomb, when Starks hit the milk of Lorna Doon |
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[Chorus w/ hook] |
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[Allah Real] |
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Didn't I blow your mind? |
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Oh, didn't I blow your mind? |
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Oh, didn't I blow your mind? |
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Didn't I blow your mind? |
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[Outro: Masta Killa] |
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Beautiful queens, beautiful queens |
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Beautiful queens, beautiful queens |