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[Inspectah Deck (Unknown singer)]
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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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Fuckin' 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.
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Forget Me Not
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