I Wanna Love U - Lyrics - M.A.D.E. - Memphis Bleek

Title: I Wanna Love U
Album: M.A.D.E.
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Quincy Jones, James E Ingram, Malik Cox, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Yeah, you know?
I know what you ladies want
I know what you need ya know?
Let's go, come on

I want to love you
P.Y.T.!
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
T.L.C.!
Tender loving care
And I'll take you there
Girl, oh, I want to love you

Like you need to be loved
And I, hold you like you need to be hugged
And I'm, never letting you go 'cuz trust you all I need in my life
I ain't letting you go 'cuz I love you

And I'm letting it show for now ease your mind 'cuz in time we grow
Listen, if we right for one another we live
You wife unlike them other ones I've been with 'cuz I I want to love you
Anyway I can, show you it's not the scene everyday I can

I be that shoulder to lean, voice that you need
And I give you things that one can only dream of love you
From the bottom of my heart I'm true, know what you need
I seen what you been through, what? It's no stress
Go 'head pack your stuff we on the trip just to show how much I

I want to love you
P.Y.T.!
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
T.L.C.!
Tender loving care
And I'll take you there
Girl, oh I want to love you

Every minute every hour
Of any day any place that you desire
I show you how it feel just to tan in Brazil or
Smoke out while we chill in the grill 'cuz I love you

For the fact I'm grown, I'm 24 need something I could come home to
Something to hold on to, for the rest of my life
And I can show you what it's like to be in trini for a night
'Cuz I want to love you

It's been a long way here, from plan to hallway
To bring us all way here
To the sweets in L.A. or beach Mia or chill out pool
Shout out to crib where I lay 'cuz I love you

And everyday that pass
We gotta live it to it's limit like we live in our last
And we've been broke before it's from the bottom to the top
Wit' this love I never felt before now why

I want to love you
P.Y.T.!
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
T.L.C.!
Tender loving care
And I'll take you there
Girl, oh I want to love you

Now I got a love that'll set you free
This is where you oughta be, yeah
Lady clap your hands with me, huh
It's Donell Jones and Memphis Bleek, yeah

So tell your friends you're going out
'Cause you know what this is about
So lady come and ride with me

I want to love you
P.Y.T.!
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
T.L.C.!
Tender loving care
And I'll take you there girl oh

I want to love you
P.Y.T.!
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
T.L.C.!
Tender loving care
And I'll take you there
Girl, oh I want to love you

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D.A.N.C.E - Lyrics - A Cross The Universe - Justice

Title: D.A.N.C.E
Album: A Cross The Universe
Artist: Justice
Composer(s): Gaspard Auge, Jessie Chatton, Xavier Derosnay

Lyric:
Do the D.A.N.C.E.
1, 2, 3, 4, fight
Stick to the B E A T
Get ready to ignite

You were such a PYT
Catching all the lights
Just easy as A B C
That's how you make it right

Do the D.A.N.C.E.
1, 2, 3, 4, fight
Stick to the B E A T
Get ready to ignite

You were such a PYT
Catching all the lights
Just easy as A B C
That's how you make it right

Do the D.A.N.C.E.
Stick to the B E A T
Just easy as A B C
Do the dance

Do the dance
The way you move is a mystery
Do the dance
You're always there for music and me

Do the dance
The way you move is a mystery
Do the dance
You're always there for music and me

Do the D.A.N.C.E.
1, 2, 3, 4, fight
Stick to the B E A T
Get ready to ignite

You were such a PYT
Catching all the lights
Just easy as A B C
That's how you make it right

Do the dance, do the dance
The way you move is a mystery
Do the dance, do the dance
You're always there for music and me

Do the dance
(Do the dance)
The way you move is a mystery
Do the dance
(Do the dance)
You're always there for music and me

Do the D.A.N.C.E.
Do the dance, do the dance
Stick to the B E A T
Do the dance, do the dance

You were such a PYT
Do the dance, do the dance
Just easy as A B C
Do the dance, do the dance

Under the spotlights
Neither black nor white
It doesn't matter
Do the dance, do the dance

As strong as you might
Working day and night
Whatever happens
Do the dance, do the dance

Under the spotlights
Neither black nor white
It doesn't matter
Do the dance, do the dance

As strong as you might
Working day and night
Whatever happens
Do the dance

Do the dance
The way you move is a mystery
Do the dance
You're always there for music and me

The way you move is a mystery

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Is That You (P.Y.T.) - Lyrics - Wanted - Bow Wow

Title: Is That You (P.Y.T.)
Album: Wanted
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): James E Ingram, Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips, Quincy D Jones

Lyric:
I'm lookin' for that pretty young thang
Up in the spot, lookin' hot, playin' no games
And she steady tryna get it crunk right from the jump
And she ain't playin' no games

That you shawty?
(Yeah, that's me)
Did you come here to party?
(Yes, indeed)
But could you drop it down low
When it's time to get low if so baby girl let's go
(Come and get it boy)

They say I act old but I got that old man game
'Cause I stay tryna find me a pretty young thang
That I call anytime if she ready to hang
And a slight jump off she be ready to bang

I like 'em fresh outta high school just about to graduate
Short shirts er'day tryna show they little shape
Low cut jump jeans hugs on her feet
Neighborhood girl but she love the streets

In a party she da main one doin' dat right thurr
Ev'time her jam drop hands up in the air
And she ain't thinkin' you, she ain't thinkin' 'bout a hurr
And if you ballin' homie she don't even really curr

She got her mind set on what she wanna do
And she ain't come alone she got her whole little crew
Her P.Y.T's that'll make ya head spin
E'ry nigga in the club tryina get in

I'm lookin' for that pretty young thang
Up in the spot, lookin' hot, playin' no games
And she steady tryna get it crunk right from the jump
And she ain't playin' no games

That you shawty?
(Yeah, that's me)
Did you come here to party?
(Yes, indeed)
But could you drop it down low
When it's time to get low if so baby girl let's go
(Come and get it boy)

They got a whole lot of attitude, rap is all that they listen to
Stayin' US weekly, tryna find somthin' new
Custom I-Pods with the Rhinestone
Nextel camera phones with all the hot ring tones

Light skin, the black little PYT's
Boricua mami's that like to eat Mickey D's
Always into somethin' like NWA
Got a little bittie frame but home she don't play

You know a girl is the reason that a nigga wanna stunt
And I'm weak for 'em homie I ain't even gon' front
See most young nigga's like 'em older
Not me I spot them soon as they spot me

Like specially in the summer I run up on
'Em hit 'em with that Moss A game like baby wuz ya phone number
Where ya live at? Shawty what part of town?
'Coz I just wanna be down

I'm lookin' for that pretty young thang
Up in the spot, lookin' hot, playin' no games
And she steady tryna get it crunk right from the jump
And she ain't playin' no games

That you shawty?
(Yeah, that's me)
Did you come here to party?
(Yes, indeed)
But could you drop it down low
When it's time to get low if so baby girl let's go
(Come and get it boy)

Pretty young thang repeat after me
Say na, na, na
(Na, na, na)
Na, na, na, na
(Na, na, na, na)

Say pretty young thangs repeat after me
Say na, na, na
(Na, na, na)
Na, na, na, na
(Na, na, na, na)

I'm lookin' for that pretty young thang
Up in the spot, lookin' hot, playin' no games
And she steady tryna get it crunk right from the jump
And she ain't playin' no games

That you shawty?
(Yeah, that's me)
Did you come here to party?
(Yes, indeed)
But could you drop it down low
When it's time to get low if so baby girl let's go
(Come and get it boy)

I'm lookin' for that pretty young thang
Up in the spot, lookin' hot, playin' no games
And she steady tryna get it crunk right from the jump
And she ain't playin' no games

That you shawty?
(Yeah, that's me)
Did you come here to party?
(Yes, indeed)
But could you drop it down low
When it's time to get low if so baby girl let's go
(Come and get it boy)

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P. Y. T. - Lyrics - The Understanding - Memphis Bleek

Title: P. Y. T.
Album: The Understanding
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Malik Cox, Robert Kirkland, Amil Whitehead, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Yeah, motherfuckers
That's what y'all want right
That ol' gangsta, that ol' gangsta
Check it out now yo, yo

All I need, bomb ass freak nigga
Hold me down nigga, hold my heat shit
Stash a brick, blast the clip
Gangsta shit, yo

I need me a straight down girl, get down girl
One to hold me down, one I could count on
I'll even teach her how to load the glocks
Sophisticated school girl be on my block

Rocking bracelets, anklets the basics
Petite nice body, skin and face sick
One I could shop with go uptown and cop with
She not a thug girl but my down chick

She know how to roll the weed but don't smoke
She know how to cook the coke and bag dope
Screen my calls flip on me when I'm wrong
Talk shit through the night throw it on me on the morning

She like it from the back with my fingers in her hair
I love it in any position Ma I don't care
She like when I shine up them jewels that blind her
And drive by the projects while a nigger holler

I let her drive the V, she's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
She's my gangsta bitch

I let her drive the V, she's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, she's my pretty young thing
She's my, my down ass bitch

Yo you know how I do Dillinger deuce deuce
One in the sleeve one in the construction boots
My shorty, tote two, that's what she do
One in her purse and one in her Gucci goose

I keep her Prada down bitches wanna holler now
She back out the step When yo niggers crowd around
That's my road dog and you know I unload for her
She hold me down anytime I call for her

Like at the time when I crashed the Jag
She brought the Yukon 2000 black
Through a screen and a DVD, set me off
Twenties on the truck that'll piss you off

In return I sent her on a tour through Sacks
With ten grand shopping spree to get back
I brought her a five that look nice when she drive
Put a glock on the dash watch the stash nigga

I let her drive the V, she's my pretty young thing
Let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
She's my gangsta bitch

I let her drive the V, my pretty young thing
Let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
Yeah, she's my down ass bitch

Ay yo I ride for my lady, die for my lady
Hold my 380 baby this what the game made me
Im'a hustler, love it or not I be thuggin', huggin' the block
Glock bustin' running from cops

[Incomprehensible]
I'm your down bitch, your accomplice
Ride for you baby and that's a promise

I got your back nigga
I'm the one you trust to count on your stacks nigga
Cook your cracks nigga I park the Pinsky right off the pounds
Let off hollow rounds if shit goes down

I'm with the robberies, holdin' banks up
This pretty young thing gonna keep it gangsta what?
Uh huh yeah, Amil lion wha what?
Amil lion, Memph man what? Uh

I let her drive the V, she's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
She's my down ass bitch

I let her drive the V, my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
She's my gangsta bitch

Ride with me my pretty young thing
Let her my pretty young thing
Let her my pretty young thing
My down ass bitch

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Bread & Butter - Lyrics - The B.Coming - Beanie Sigel

Title: Bread & Butter
Album: The B.Coming
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Maxwell Dixon, Johnny Watson, Derek Murphy, Dwight Grant

Lyric:
Darling, a know, you give a man a reason for living
Not to mention, you take my picture
Now baby, but I give it to you because I love you
Ya know 'cuz the things that I feel so proud about

The things that you do
Ya know, like runnin' my car into telephone poles
Plus tellin' lies, I didn't get mad did I?
Y-y-y'member, 'member when
W-w-when I tried to take my clothes to the cleaners
And on the way out, my very best pinstripe caught a nail
I didn't get mad

I was proud because you thought, enough of your man
To be in such a hurry
It made me feel grand, yes it did
Uuh, I need you, I just need you

Uh, you know I was you're bread you're butter
And I ain't talkin' bout dat bread I fucked up on you
'Cuz in my head man I swore I lucked up
Wasn't countin' all the butter I spreaded on you

So true now, why would I play you bitch I made you
I'm not talkin' 'bout the things dat I gave you
Clothes wit the labels, I brought you round Hov and da label
Spring water while holdin' you're age koo

Naw I ain't tryin' to degrade you
But you was a lost little girl 'n you're world boo I saved you
Ya pop owe me a favor, I basically raised you
From Skoda to Bentley whippin'
Ain't have to watch Cribs to see how I was livin'

Me, so blinded ain't see the Robin' Givens in you
Huh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you
Tried to off Beans like raw steam? Go figure
You take my dough, spend wit the next nigga you crazy bitch?

And dis was the one I trusted
Who would ever think she would spread like mustard
Bitch I was your bread and butter
You shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Ya know what? Dis shit funny to me
It ain't nuttin' but money to me
You lookin' hungry to me
But I was your bread and butter
Bitch shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm, mm, mm

You got the whole town laughin' at me, silly he
Silly to see got me feelin' silly like Denise like
Oh, what could it be in you, I see
'N dis young P Y T, she got me L O V E T K O'd
Uh, like Teddy P whatever she say goes

But I'm, ready to turn off the lights
Close the door, on my pretty young need I more
Now peep game wit 'em, need, I, more
Gimme dat, E thy or
No Beanie Mac don't play dat crap wit these whores

She want me missin' her, in my room, like the OJ's homes
But I'm on to my zone like O.J. Jones
Beano brown, cancel dis bitch, I'll buy another one
It's my world you 'lil squirrel tryna get a nut bitch
Do you, what bitch? Lil smut bitch
Got you're name ringin, spreadin' like mustard
And I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?

I told dat ass slow down like Puba
Now you're days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga
Bread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter
F'laaay baby, ya hips is gettin' big
Now you gettin' thin' you don't care about you're whip
'Cuz I was you're bread and butter
Shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm, mm, mm

So proud, of you, a'ye-ah
I gotta say it loud, yes I do, a'yeah
When you do, what you do
How do you know, what you know
Aw, shame on you
I need you, oh oh
Mm, mm, mm

Yeah, now you know I was you're bread and butter
You had a shot to be my baby mother
Ain't no sorry I ain't Rueben Studdard
I can't apologize, it's multi-platinum time
Takin' all my shit and sendin' you back to you're moms cryin'

So don't cry baby dry, ya eyes
You tried to get all greasy like you super-size fries
So, pack ya shit, leave the whip
It's been nice but listen ma I gotta defrost ya ice, dats rite

I told dat ass slow down like Puba
Now you're days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga
Bread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter
F'laaay baby, ya hips is gettin' big
Now you gettin' thin' you don't care about you're whip
'Cuz I was you're bread and butter
Shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm, mm, mm

Bread and butter
Bread and butter
Bread and butter
Bread and butter

Mm
Mm
Mm
...

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Fantasy - Lyrics - B2K - B2k

Title: Fantasy
Album: B2K
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, D Christopher Jennings, Eric Johnson, William Jr Lockwood, Larry Marcus, Marques Houston, Joe Little

Lyric:
Yo, see, it's this girl
She, she hot, you know
Yeah, yo gotta get her, uh, yeah
You can take my name, y'all

Usually known for makin' the girls shake
Fine stuff, you know a real heartbreak
Mature 15 wit' figures 7 or 8
Girls wishin' I was their man, they floss me on dates

Lettin' B2K in the game, ya'll made a mistake
It's a lockout, all you other groups must wait
Take it how I get it, get it how I take it
Me above you, don't you ever mistake

There she was walkin' by, lookin' so fine
And she had me trippin'
She lookin' at me as to say what the deal, baby?
Come and holla at me

A fine [Incomprehensible] that's what she was
She passed my test with just the looks
She was the kinda girl that
I really, really want to be down on my team

There's this girl around my way
I dream about her everyday
I wish that she could be wit' me
She's my chocolate fantasy

She's the hottest thing in school
So, I gotta play it cool
Wish that she could be wit' me
She's my chocolate fantasy

There she goes again, I just keep seeing her
Lookin' at me, now she's at the club
Dancin' on the floor, lookin' right at me

She knows herself, know what she's doing
She know she's hot, got me pursuing
'Cause she's the kind of girl
That I really want to be down on my team

She got that shake it, shake it, that wobble, wobble
She knows I'm looking 'cuz she know she's hot
That girl to me is my fantasy

I'ma wait, wait when I know she's gonna be
Everything that I ever wanted
She's so hot, she's so hot

There's this girl around my way
I dream about her everyday
I wish that she could be wit' me
She's my chocolate fantasy

She's the hottest thing in school
So I gotta play it cool
Wish that she could be wit' me
She's my chocolate fantasy

Oh she is so irresistible, I lose control
This girl, she is so special
Girl, put me on, ooh yeah

She's a P Y T, a lil' vibrant thang
The way you swish them hips, baby, work that thang
I'm goin' all out, let you shop til' you fall out
I'ma baller so that means I'll never foul out

I'm sayin', I know you really wanna roll wit' me
Wanna be wit' me, stay the night wit' me
You can chill wit' me at the movies
Here's my number, baby girl, won't you holla at me?

There's this girl around my way
I dream about her everyday
I wish that she could be wit' me
She's my chocolate fantasy

She's the hottest thing in school
So I gotta play it cool
Wish that she could be wit' me
She's my chocolate fantasy

There's this girl around my way
I dream about her everyday
I wish that she could be wit' me
She's my chocolate fantasy

She's the hottest thing in school
So I gotta play it cool
Wish that she could be wit' me
She's my chocolate fantasy

B2k, Omarion, J-Boog, Raz-B, Lil' Fizz
Ha, what? The platinum status, ya'll
Come on, come on, oh yeah

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Dr. Knockboot - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: Dr. Knockboot
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Dave Matthews, J Olivier, S Barnes, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Hell yeah
Check it, check it, check, check, check

Yo, when it come to sex advice, I'm the one to call
If you a virgin with blue balls or you tear down walls
Not Dr. Ruth, call me Dr. Knockboot
Pimped out hats, rock fashionable suits

A class for the youth, Sex Ed for your head
The do's and don'ts, that should happen in the bed
First, don't run up in her raw cause you get burned
For sure, fuckin' with the typical whore, because

Do rock a Rough Ryder, whenever you inside her
Your local bodega is your supplier
And don't take the pussy, if she fightin'
'Cause you saw what happened to Tupac and Mike Tyson

'Specially if you large, some hoes is trife
Get you on a rape charge, have you servin' your life
Yo, do get a yes confirmation before penetration
You wind up in a police station

Don't get with no young bitch and hit it
She PG-13, you rated R, she not permitted
Do check for ID, whenever chillin' V.I.P.
With fly shorty P.Y.T.

Yo, don't lie about the cars you got
Or who you hang with, frontin' when you borrowed your watch
Yo, do play your game right, if the G's tight
Then you can fuck shorty the same night

Yo, don't trick when you don't have to
You think you ballin'?
You turn your back they laffin' at you
You don't gotta keep repeatin' you a thug, she heard you

In fact, she attracted to your man that herbed you
Do spend a lil' dough, only if you know
The bitch gross a lil' somethin' too bro
Don't eat the pussy the first night

Maker her bless you, we call that shit gesundheit
Do set the mood right, Bailey's with ice
A cup of Thug Passion'll make everything right
Yo, don't pop shit like you Daddy Longdick

When you come fast like Fed-Ex and bust too quick
Do hit positions she will find interest in
Don't hit the pussy if that shit's blisterin'
Hope you're listenin', turn up your transisterin'

Hot 97, KISS-FM
Or B-L-S, with your hand up her dress
Chillin' with your girl while you thinkin bout ya ex
Not too easy not too complex

I break it down, how to address, the opposite sex
Problems or questions, I can answer them best
Signin' off Dr. Knockboot at your request, peace

Rest havens, fuck y'all bitches
Y'all niggaz get y'all shit tight
Dr. Knockboot gotta come take y'all bitches from ya
Aight, we out

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Peer Pressure - Lyrics - Late Night Special - Pretty Ricky

Title: Peer Pressure
Album: Late Night Special
Artist: Pretty Ricky
Composer(s): Corey Mathis, Stephen Garrett, Joseph Smith, Spectacular Smith, Marcus Cooper, James Scheffer, Diamond Smith

Lyric:
Can I put a little peer pressure on you?
Are you ready? 'Cause I'm ready
Can I put a little peer pressure on you?
'Cause I know you want it, and I need it

How you doin' baby, lemme introduce me
I'ma blue star from Miami
I'm 5'3, attitude cocky
You sweet like sugar honey

Of course you got a man, what dat gotta do wit me?
I see 'em ova there, lookin' at me
I'm B A D, B A D
We can take it to da streets

If he feel like putting pressure on you
I'll be there to protect you
Wit all my L O V E
All my L O V E

You a P Y T, pretty young thang
And I ain't tryna set a wrong thang
Most boys only want one thang
So let me ask you something

Can I put a little peer pressure on you?
Are you ready? 'Cause I'm ready
Can I put a little peer pressure on you?
'Cause I know you want it, and I need it

What's your name, where you from?
I see you alone, can I come sit wit you?
I ain't a bugaboo
But you're so fine, I had to bug you, boo

I ain't da average Joe
Beat it like da Heat did da Maverick's home
I ain't never been pressured before
Next thing I know you was moaning

Oh, Spec keep it so wet
Put you in a cold sweat
Headed to da toes next
Baby girl, I'ma put you to da test

I'll be your teacher
Your Platinum Visa
I'll be your pimp you'd be my skeezer, my pleaser
Meet me at da Four Seasons for dis pressure

Can I put a little peer pressure on you?
Are you ready? 'Cause I'm ready
Can I put a little peer pressure on you?
'Cause I know you want it, and I need it

First I met you at school
Talking on da phone everything seemed cool
You say you had a dude but oh, it's so rude
Never did nuthin' only got to base 2

Tried to hit a home run but neva got through like what they do?
Put you in da front seat of da Coupe and we could cruise
Say baby girl you so pretty to me
Now when we chill it's like a beautiful symphony

Now come vibe wit your boy, lil' Slick from 5 5
Hop in da S five
Let's take a little ride and see da city skies
Go to Papa John's and get a split pie

Now I'm 21 about mines
And I know you 21 about yours
Baby girl we can do dis for sure
But keep it on da down low, of course

Can I put a little peer pressure on you?
Are you ready? 'Cause I'm ready
Can I put a little peer pressure on you?
'Cause I know you want it, and I need it

Pressure, pressure, pressure for you babe
Pressure, pressure, pressure for you baby
Pressure, pressure, pressure for you babe
Pressure, pressure

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You - Lyrics - Lucy Pearl

Title: You
Artist: Lucy Pearl
Composer(s): Kevin Gilliam, Kamaal Fareed, Raphael Saadiq, Calvin Broadus

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Lyric:
I put it down for the LBC
(I put it down for a place called Queens)
You know I represent the 213
(I hold it down for the big city)

I keep it gangsta for all my young G's
(All the P Y T's with their own car keys)
I put it down for all the ladies
(ladies, ladies, ladies)
It's all about you

I tried to look the other way
The day you passed me by
I saw you holding Q Tip's hand
And girl damn near died

They way you hold that cosmo
Just fits you to a tee
But I just wish that you were sitting
Right next to me

I wonder what was on God's mind
The day that He made you
I know He wrote a new commandment
After He was through

But every time I see you
I find something new
But I just gotta have you

I really want you
I just gotta have you
I really want you
I just gotta have you

Me and nephew snoop was eating
At the serving spoon
And my partner skin it back
Was sitting with us too

And all of a sudden
Your body was in sight
I couldn't finish breakfast
Now something just ain't right

Now Snoop is looking like
What the hell is wrong with you?
I said, "I know you understand"
You've been through a few
But this one was special, special to me
Is it my imagination killing me

I really want you
I just gotta have you

You, I ever want is you
I just gotta have you
All I really want is you

I just can't fake it no more
I can't take it no more
I need you in my life for sure
My wife for sure

No turning back on ya
It's on and crackin'
Pure satisfaction
Girl that's what's happenin'

I appropriate game
You know my name
Abstract hits
And the bag top splits

My man need a lady
No matter the kind
A diamond shinning like you
You know is hard to find

Time brings change
And change brings time
My nephew want you
'Cause you so fine

A woman choose a man
It's a real motee
Make a choice 'cause me and Ray
We never have beef

Me and Snoop we go hard
Real macaroni's
Why you think that we want
To have this ceramony, Snoop Dog

It's something special bout you baby boo
I need to know right here right now
What you really wanna do

I really want you
I just gotta have you
I really want you
I just gotta have you

I really want you
I just gotta have you
I really want you
I just gotta have you

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