*featuring Kelis, Claudette Ortiz (City High)
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[VERSE 1]
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The phone rings
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Another peaceful moment is lost
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Latifah's chest jingle in "Set It Off"
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I press pause in the bed as a king
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I let it ring 4 or 5 times
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Answer while I'm puffin' my green
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It's Tamika sayin', "Hi Nas"
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I caught a flashback of her askin' me was I asthmatic 'fore I tapped that
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She offered me dinner under the moon
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I said, "Sorry. I made plans at Ray's Boom-Boom Room"
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Nine push-ups... Strength's gone at the tenth one so why hook up
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The pimp's gone off the Platron Tequila
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Put on my Lee's and the original Fila's
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Sedated from L's, 380 cocked, naked ladies laid up in tails
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Like Whodini I chose, gazelles don't lean on my nose
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Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go
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Heads turn it's a freak show
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I need them to know... When will they learn
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Nas need a queen not a hoe to...
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Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
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But not a hype chick- someone with proper energy
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Someone who's into me but won't fuck with my enemies
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And you can sing along 'cuz I'm feelin' ya energy
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[CHORUS (Claudette Ortiz)]
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Hey Nas... How ya doin'?
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Take my name... And my number
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Meanwhile... We'll be groovin'
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But let's take... it... slow
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[VERSE 2]
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One for the honeys who roll blunts up but don't smoke
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Two for the few who see potential in you when you broke
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Three for the G they got, they game is hot I give it to you
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Double life wife- play with the man that's livin' with you
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Here's the issue... A woman gotta be stunnin'
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Get to a man's heart through his stomach
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You gotta be skilled in the culinary arts
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Know a brother stay mad hungry when he spark
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Hit the museum, maybe Central Park, you mentally smart
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Picture we in Tiffany, you becomin' my counterpart
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If I want Chinese then you buy me a wok
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If you want barbeque I call Professor and Ock
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'Cuz u... point out my enemies, someone who's into me
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But not a hyper chick- someone with the proper energy
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A girl that's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
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And you could be the one 'cuz I'm lovin' ya energy
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[CHORUS (Kelis)]
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Hey Nas... How ya doin'?
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Take my name... And my number
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Meanwhile... We'll be cruisin'
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But let's take... it... slow
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[VERSE 3]
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Slow is the way
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Holdin' hands, tongue and hickeys
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Hope and I pray where I run at you run away with me
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That's if my gun get busy we gotta get outta there
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Hear sirens jump in the stick drop a Sedan and hide for years
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Like noone else in the world did this except for us two
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You gotta trust me, I gotta trust you
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If coppers bust me it's me you rescue, this to the death boo
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You rep me respectfully that's how I rep for you
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Retired from pimpin', perspire is drenchin'
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As we... suck and fuck each other's minds out commission
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Time's out forbidden
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Until we pass out, that's when we stop
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We give it all we got, give it all we got- we hot
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Give it all we got, give it all we got- we rock
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Give it all we got, give it all we got
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You 'bout the baddest thing
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Since Michael had Billy Jean
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And Prince gave you diamond's and pearls
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But to be my queen you must...
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Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
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But not a hype chick- someone with proper energy
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Someone who's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
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And you can be the one 'cuz I'm feelin' ya energy
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[CHORUS (Claudette & Kelis)]
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Hey Nas... How ya doin'?
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Take my name... And my number
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Meanwhile... We'll be cruisin'
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But let's take... it... slow
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[Claudette (2x)]
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I can be... What you said
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That you need... I can be...All that
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I can be... I can have your back... baby
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Hey Nas
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| Nas |
