Da Brat & T-Boz
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(appears on the unedited version of Anuthatantrum & Anuthafunkdafiedtantrum)
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I had some problems
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And no one could seem to solve them
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But you had the answer
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You told me to take a chance
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And learn the ways of love my baby
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And all that it has to offer
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In time you will see that love won't let you down
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Ohh all my love baby
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Hey nigga ain't shit gon' ever change
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Between you and your boo
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Put a hold on me ever since I held you
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What compelled you to be my nigga
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Besides passion and lust
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You ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trust
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Fuck the others none of them compare to us
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And under covers you my muthafucka nigga
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When you stickin' my stuff
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You laid pipe unlike any other plumber
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Took me shoppin' all day and at night you kept me cummin'
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Made dinner collard greens candied yams and steak
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Taught me how to measure grams cook rocks and chop weight
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Caught a case cuz you're boy ran his mouth too much
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And it's a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch
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But as the days keep passin' keep it laughin' with stacks of letters
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Hit you so you don't forget us
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When you'd rather not be livin' in the cella
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Hella muthafuckas want your occupation
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But they can keep pacin' cuz I'ma be waitin' on my baby
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Chorus:
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And all this love is waiting for you
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My baby sweet darlin'
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And all this love is waiting for you
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Don't worry about a thing nigga stay down
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As long as you can hang I'ma be around
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Ran into your boy had heard he'd spread the word
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That you was soft braggin' he collecting your cheese
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And pissing me the fuck off
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The first thought of committing a felony never left
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I missed the big breaths you took when we was puffin' the L
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Just the little things you do with the bigger ones I
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Saw better SL 500's colorful Gucci sweaters and leathers
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Diamond letters feel you boo cuz I saved the sugar for you
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Keep the business runnin' droppin' off keys in Cancun
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Cash rules and you remain to be the king of my throne
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Position taken flippin' calendar pages till you get home
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Wanna blast your boy for snatchin' up my happiness
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But I regret what'll happen to this dollar foundation
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If I'm incarcerated too
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You can make it through rebel on the jealous
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Who tell us the opposite of that
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Forever you and Brat
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I tried to take the blame but you preferred to handle my fame
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So I'm waitin' with open arms to rekindle the flame
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Chorus
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Chorus
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Ghetto Love
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| TLC |
