(feat. Kurupt)
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Kurrupt young
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Gotti man what's up
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Sapphire you know
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I mean We gotta make it do what it do baby you dig
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Keep it real smooth on em what's happenening
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Excuse me baby baby but you're so fine I'm gone wrap you round me like a grapevine
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I be Sapphire bag me by all means there's much more to me than the eyes can see
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Afrocentric rhythms on my brain got Teeth like diamonds eyes like hurricane
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I'm Chocolate covered berries dipped in Chardon give you what you need and always keep it raw dog
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Do your thing and make the choir girl sing
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Turn a woman's head around Turn a woman's head all the way around baby
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Make me forget who I am and that I got a man got me saying aah well damn
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Make me feel lost baby when I'm found
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Who does it belong to, Baby whose is it
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I'd drive across town through traffic to sip Malibu wit u
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Who does it belong to, oh Baby whose is it
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There ain't no shame in my game tell the world baby I love u
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Forgive me cussin just at the time sweet T rolled a 60 baby in a heartbeat
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Dark town girls will always be my MO West coast ladies bout to hit you so low
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I'm good company baby in a pinch you'll always choose me ain't No split decision
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Rumor has it I've done everything the notorious Lady to the T
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Do your thing and make the church bells ring
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Turn a woman's head around Turn a woman's head all the way around baby
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Make me forget who I am and that I got a man got me saying aah well damn
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Make me feel lost baby when I'm found
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Who does it belong to, Baby whose is it
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I'd write your name on my back in a tat if you ask me to
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Who does it belong to, oh Baby whose is it
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There ain't no shame in my game tell the world baby I love u
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Sexy when you put it on me baby wit your rhythms
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If you was a surgeon then you'd work me with precision
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Got me goin deep I think I'm having innervisions
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Got me going crazy got me wondering how I'm livin
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Sexy when you put it on me baby wit your rhythms
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If you was a surgeon then you'd work me with precision
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Got me goin deep I think I'm having innervisions
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Got me going crazy Got me going crazy
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Yeah how you wanna do this flex baby bend like a reed in the wind this where your fantasies end
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I'll hit it outta the park and we'll be battin 1000 tongue box player with the souped up sounds and
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I got the mix have you spinnin your rims you're lookin for me to trim and now you're out on a limb
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I got you hot wired sound fired Feening for some Teena blindfold you boy you'll think your kissin Angelina
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Whose is it daddy
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Man who does it swing for, for who the bell tolls baby who does it ring for
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Whose is it daddy
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I'll pour myself over you see I'm a make it do what it do what it do
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Whose is it daddy
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Whose gonna roll the seven My call letters what boy for you HE eaven
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Whose is it daddy
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Who'll make you feel like a thug, you might as well face you're a sucker for love
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Who does it belong to,
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Whose your daddy
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Baby whose is it
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Tell me bout it
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I'd drive across town through traffic to sip Malibu wit u
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Who does it belong to,
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Whose your daddy whose your daddy
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Baby whose is it
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Whose is it daddy
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There ain't no shame in my game tell the world baby I love u
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Whose your daddy baby
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Who does it belong to, Baby whose is it
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Whose is it daddy
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I'd write your name on my back in a tat if you ask me to
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Who does it belong to, oh Baby whose is it
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Whose is it daddy
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I'd drive across town through traffic to whip my dookey stick on you.
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Baby Whose Is It
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| Teena Marie |
