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Rap by Mocha:
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Boy I owe you none, you a phoney son,
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You ain't the only one, you a lonely one.
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What I ain't trying to do is lie to you,
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Go find a clue, no time for you.
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Won't beep you or see you, don't need you,
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I can creep too, how I learned, peeped you.
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No more what we do, we ain't people,
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Don't wanna cheat you but catch you when I see you.
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Verse One:
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The way he kissed my lips,
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He got me wettin' my pants.
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He made my whole body start to do something,
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Was this the sign of a true romance.
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He began to dig me out,
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He began to give me his all,
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And he began to go downtown and do something.
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That's when his girlfriend called,
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And she was mad as a bitch and she said...
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Chorus:
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I know my man is there you'd better put him on the phone,
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'Cause I'm up in your front yard and I'm very pissed off.
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Now you best to send him out and tell him that I'm upset,
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Put my man on the phone, or this you will regret.
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Verse Two:
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The way he touched my back,
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Felt like I had a heart attack.
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The way he walked and licked his lips, it did something,
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Yeah and I was horny like that.
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He liked to lick my face,
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So I had to give him lots of space.
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Just when he began to give it his all,
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That's when his girlfriend called,
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And she was mad as a bitch and she said...
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Repeat Chorus
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Rap by Mocha:
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Yo listen boo, you worry, so your bills get paid,
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While every day I'm makin' sure this mil get made.
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The car you flipped...
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Ain't even paid for,
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Me, I got the title so I can keep eatin'...
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Or coppin' leather, and for hatin' you gon' stay poor,
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Ain't sure, suspect chicks, we stay with way more.
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Can't test this, keep my name off your guest list,
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We gettin' bent like the L in Lexus.
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Break:
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I had it, to many lies,
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Now you begging just to be mine.
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But I caught you, times before,
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Now you sorry, what you do it for.
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Repeat Chorus to fade
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Do Something
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