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ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies
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and uh, that mean you trying to do something
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I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that
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chorus:
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the eye contact that you and I share
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make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
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if I could I would
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and I ain't even frontin
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I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something
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the eye contact that you and I share
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make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
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if I could I would
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and I ain't even frontin
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I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something
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maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P
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got these ghetto hoties wanting to put they love in me
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I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated
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screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it
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relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger
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come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya
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work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck
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Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex
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I want you to open your legs as wide as you could
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so I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood
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up and down like a roller coaster
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from your stomach to your back
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let a gangsta poke ya
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I ain't trippin, never slippin cause I got straps
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9 months later, we ain't bustin no caps
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crispy clean, no strings attached
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little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that
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CHORUS
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I heard you want a romance
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wont you lay up there and give me the chance
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I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced
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I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing
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and the reason I came up off cause you workig with something
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now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve
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on top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve
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I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home
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and prove that I flip other things besides ounz
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tel your girl you're gone, baby you gots to rome
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he leaving with things, he get it on, get it on
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you cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me
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please use engenuity when you doing me
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damn you ??? blues with you matching hot shoes
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pretty legs but knees gone get bruised
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there's no one gonna get used
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straight to the point shorty
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look I'm trying to do something
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CHORUS
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back stage at the concerts peepin
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you wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin
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far from home, destination unknown, rock bone
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hotel booked and I don't wanta be alone
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maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song
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camouflauge love all night making me moan
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thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion
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run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin
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I'm here tonight and the vibe is right
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red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight
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but tomorrow my flight, and I'll be outta your sight
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take my address down so you can write
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but for now lets do something
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fuck the frontin and the talking
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my dogs just about barkin
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take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on
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and go to the war with me
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pager number's on the desk
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hit me when you trying to do something
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CHORUS
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Tryin 2 Do Somethin
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Master P f/ Fiend, Mac |