[Intro: Method Man]
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Rugged style, it's enough to make a hardrock smile
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Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all
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Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
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Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair
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Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
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Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- check Tical
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[Chorus: Mary J. Blige (sample: Notorious B.I.G.)]
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You're all, I need
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(Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together)
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to get by, ahhhhh
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You're all, I need
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(Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together)
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to get by, ahhhhh
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[Verse One:]
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Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
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For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
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Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
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Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
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There are few things that's forever, my lady
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We can make war or make babies
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Back when I was nothin
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You made a brother feel like he was somethin
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That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin
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Even when the skies were gray
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You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay"
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Now that's real to a brother like me baby
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Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight
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And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
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In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
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Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
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Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we
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Be livin in the effin lap of luxury
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I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit me
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But you did, now I'm going all out kid
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And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Interlude: Mary J. Blige]
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Like sweet morning dew
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I took one look at you
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And it was plain to see
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You were my destiny
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With you I'll spend my time
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I'll dedicate my life
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I'll sacrifice for you
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Dedicate my life for you
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[Verse Two:]
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I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone
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Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
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Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
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No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home
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Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
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Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
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It be true me for you that's how it is
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I be your Noah, you be my Wiz
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I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses
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Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please
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Be on another level of planning, of understanding
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the bond between man and woman, and child
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The highest elevation, cuz we above
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All that romance crap, just show your love
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[Chorus (starts during the end of verse two, repeats until end)]
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[Outro: Method Man]
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I'm sick of police
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Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all
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And you don't stop
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Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- Tical!
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Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
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Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical!
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Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
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Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical
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Mary J. raw
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You're All I Need (All That I Need Remix)
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Method Man |