Verse 1
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[Scratch: Telephone ringing]
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"Who's this? Juanita? Fatima? Solika? Oh, it's Freda?
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Look, I have a question, just what is it that you need
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A man, a lover, maybe someone to talk to?
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Or could it be you're schemin'? Oh, not you!
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Well listen, I got this phone installed for business
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And who gave you our number? Seriously, what is this?
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The new fad? Now you wanna kick it to a rapper,
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DJ or dancer? Well I don't have the
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Time for no stunts, no hookers and no games
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Our name and our fame is for the long way we came
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The struggle, the hassle, the hustle, the fight
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And you're asking me if you can see me tonight?
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Don't you know the Guru's not the type to be out skeezin'
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The reason is because I do believe in
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Havin' the right to choose the one I want
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And, if I had a girl, why would I front?
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You're only gonna get your feelings hurt, miss
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And truthfully I really don't wanna have to diss
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My music means everything to me, it's my life
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So make like a camper, and go take a hike
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You can't mess with my mind, and don't tie up my line
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You called yesterday, so what you want this time?"
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Verse 2
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"A-yo Premier (Yeah?) Who's that knockin' at the door?
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(Yo man, it's Vicky) Vicky? Are you sure?
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The one from down the block who was actin' all hot
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She stops me all the time and says she likes me a lot?
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How does she know where we live, I didn't tell her
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And word is bond, duke, I'm not the fella
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No matter what I say this young lady's persistent
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For instance, she watches me from a distance
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And if I walk by and I forget to say hi
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She pushes up on me and rubs me with her thigh
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I told her I was taken, but she doesn't care
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A-yo, do me a favour, tell her I'm not here
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Forget it, I think she heard my voice already
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You can let her in, but I'm tryna cook spaghetti
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Oh, hello, how you doin'? Who me? I'm fine
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I don't mean to be rude, but...what you want this time?"
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What You Want This Time?
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| Gang Starr |
