Prince Poetry:
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Aww man you like the best thing I've seen all day
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I'm saying, give me a moment
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One minute, one minute
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Aww, come on sis
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Chorus:
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Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up
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Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up
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Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up
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You kept walking shugah, yo I started catchin up
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Peeping game now I'm the nigga that you smashin up
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Prince Poetry:
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Damn sis, you lookin kinda, extra
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Diggin your cat strut and your beautiful cocoa carribean texture
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Savin all the small talk lecture, for chump light
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You know deep inside I wanna sex you like no other
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Chasin you down Jamaica Ave
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A ghetto dope Cleopatra, nigga shorty was bad
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First she was iggin me son, sliding up in strawberries
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Suckin down a sugar cone with nuts, sprinkles and cherries
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Excuse me miss, but-uhh pecan
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Can I get a lick?
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I be the Prince Po, the rebirth of slick
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So its cool like that
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Me and you can make it all that, four flat
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Into this elevator exotic world with the tall black
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Ghetto dope Don Juan ready to see reflections in Amazon rivers with ya blue
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watters
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Matchin straw hat, see the picture
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Love it but it ain't perfect
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We can exchange this data and later respectfully work it
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Wheew!
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I'm nothin but a space aged freak who wanna beam you up later this week
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So baby whats the word
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Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up
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Pharoahe Monch:
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Damn, it's like
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uhh,uhh, a feeling that I get inside
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Hard to explain it , I'm getting tongue tied like
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I hate when I wheez, stublin over the words
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mumblin, fumblin over my opening line
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Jumblin rhymes together, you know my palms get all sweaty
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And I uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh!
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Misses, I can't explain how much I want to be up in it
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And I know you ain't had no dick in a minute
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Oh, you smoke beedies, see you go
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Couldn't you see me and you stressed out in bikini's on the beach in Tahiti?
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See me I'm very selective even though I could be greedy
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My main objective is to write our names together in graffiti
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And are be (?) so y'all can see me, speedy
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(naw see)
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You can be my centipede like we-be-fore-play
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Cause I gourmet my food up like eatie and Maxwell
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Similar to that smooth kid's C-D
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Monch, easily the most measily unmistakable
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Believe me
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Chorus
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Pharoahe Monch:
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This one little chick she pissed me off
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Comin out the store, now I'm holdin the door
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To the Bodega, she got a little man with her
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Figuring if I kicks it to the kid then I could get her right
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Say listen
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I see you around every night around seven o'clock
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You walkin up the block (?) with the rocks on the side of the crib
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With your kid on ya hip and ya close top notch,
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You know the thirst baby
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First we can deal with the math if you search through your purse for a pen
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We can blast off
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Like Hubble Space Craft material
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I'm aware of you and your concern about vanirial diseases
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If it pleases you, shit, Jesus
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I pack profolactics that stretch to my knees
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She squinted, with a demented look behind a tented glass of a girlfriend
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Rented, Benz E-Class vented hate
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But still hinted like I was self centered
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She said speak to the hand
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Y'all know that shit that girls invented
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Aww, see it didn't have to be be like that wit you fiberglass
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Backboard ass that's mad flat bitch
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Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up
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Hurricane G:
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Who that big flat piece of chocolate
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Sparkin it, rockin it, "uhh, uhh-uhh," rockin it
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Prince Poetry:
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My name is Prince, boo
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Now few who speak don't be true
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But you, you got this lovely but rugged stiggy
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How you do?
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Get out the car, lemmie see you
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Now what's your name?
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Hurricane G: "Star"
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Prince Poetry:
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Body was bizarre, yo Star, where you live?
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Hurricane G:
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Far
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Rockaway Beach out in the boons
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My niggas put five on it and stack all I like the Loons
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Packin twos
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So Pappi what you say?
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Prince Poetry:
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When I'm grown I don't hump, I bone
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I ain't playin
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| I'm a man |
