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feat. Joe
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[Intro/Chorus: Joe]
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I wanna get to know ya
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I really wanna thug you, baby
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One dose of your lovin
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I know it gon' drive me, crazy
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I wanna be your lover
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I wanna get to know you, baby
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One dose of my lovin
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I know it gon' drive you, crazy
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[Verse One: Young Buck]
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I'm lovin how you look in my eyes, swangin them hips when you pass
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I'm visualizin my name tattooed on that ass baby
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Jump on this Harley, let's go smoke some of that Bob Marley
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Sip some Bacardi then go pull up at the after party
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I think we make a perfect couple, but you think I'm trouble
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Maybe that's the reason you gave me the wrong number (what?)
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She got me feelin like, maybe she the wrong woman
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Think I'ma be chasin the chickenhead, you're on somethin
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Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time
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And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
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If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
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I betcha I'll have you doin what you said that you won't do
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Make a decision shorty, good thangs don't last long
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Your girlfriend keeps showin me that thong
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Before I head home I'ma stop at your house and blow the horn
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If you come outside you know it's on, holla at your boy
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
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Now bitches be frustrated with a baller, wonder why I don't call her
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Maybe because I'm busy and she need someone to spoil her
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It gets annoying, from time to time I gotta ignore her
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In order to let her know that we friends and nuttin more
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She loves it when I'm in town, hate it when I'm not around
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Iget her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound
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Pictures hittin the ground, just enough to hold us down
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I'm stickin and movin, cruisin after the third round
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Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
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I can make a forty-year old feel like a young lady
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I admit I fell in love with a friend
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And to make her feel special I let her call my by my government name
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Her panties wet over fame, fell in love with my chain
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I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer, would she remain?
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Surroundin me, houndin me, tryin to be my ON-LY
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I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your HO-MEY
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Thre: 50 Cent]
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Yeah
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Don't know what fuck me up more, watchin her lick her lips
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Or watchin her walk, she hypnotized me with her hips man
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I sweet talk her if she like
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Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right?
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Look, I'm legit now, I used to break laws
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Now you can reap the benefits of world tours
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Big house, big Benz, girl it's yours
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Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws
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You ain't got ta look like a model for me to adore you
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All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
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Don't indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you
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Cause to me some bunny's gon' hate you that never saw you
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C'mere, let me touch on you, I let you touch on me
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Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me
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Let me ride on you and you can ride on
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We can do it all the night, we can have a baller night
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[Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ variations
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{*ad libs to end*}
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I Wanna Get To Know You
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| g-unit feat joe |
