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(Chrous - Yo Yo & MC Lyte)
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One for the cutie, two for the cutie with the big D...
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One for the cutie, two for the cutie with the big D...
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One for the cutie, two for the cuite with the big D
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Three for the cutie with the big D with money
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You got it goin' on honey
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Now we'd just like to know how low can you go?
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(Verse 1)
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(Lyte) I keep 'em on lock down, but I gets around
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He can tie me up I be damned to let him tie me down
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Doin' what I like, when I want, where I please
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Keep a nigga in check, cause they be in my cheese
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(Yo Yo) Yeah I know what you mean, my nigga's on some ol' mafia shit
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He need a gangsta chick, he love to trick
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But I be damned if I let him play me
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He'll be home and I beleive me, he know this bitch'll get crazy
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(Lyte) Yeah, I can recall havin' to haul off and slap a punk
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Named Sam who tried to play me like a chump
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But for real though, you can't be too slow
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When you messin' wit' them quick, slick, trickin' negroes
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(Yo Yo) Well uh... If I get done I'ma come like the mackstrees
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It's the Y O to the Y O tell 'em jack this
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Always talkin' 'bout he'll never leave ya
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Only wanna please ya, down on your bend-n'knees-a
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(Chorus)
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(Verse 2)
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(Yo Yo)Uh, baby had body like nobody I know
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I don't know how he thought he was fadin' Yo Yo
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(Lyte) Is that so? I couldn't tell, he looked thick as hell
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Semmed like he'd break the bars off a jail cell
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(Yo Yo) Well Lyte you don't know how wrong you are
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You see the nigga was so fat he couldn't fit in my car
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But it's all love, I ain't trippin'
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I just booted his ass and kept dippin', listen
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(Lyte) Well now, me, myself, I like 'em tall slim and slender
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Keepin' me warm with hot sex in the winter
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Cause out the door, is like a freezer
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In-a my house I keep 'em warm like a heater
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(Yo Yo) Well... I like 'em nice and thick, with more dollars than sense
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Don't need releationships, just true to this
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I want a man that's taller, a shot-caller
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Like a baller, instead of a yes-yes-y'aller
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(Chorus)
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(Verse 3)
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(Lyte) Rain or shine, I'ma get mine without no delay
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I keep 'em on reserve and take 'em off of the display
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Treat him like a Doc', better believe he's on call
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And when I hit him on the headpiece like yes-yes-y'all
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(Yo Yo) I remember wakin' up with this cuties in bed
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The last words he said was 'Don't forget to call me'
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Damn, I shouldn't have did it, now I ain't with it
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I hope he wasn't lookin' for a commitment, damn
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(Lyte) I keeps it on the real, baby I moves slow
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And if you ready to push in the bush then you gots to go
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On the first date, brother you gots to wait
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And it's worth your while, some say I'm the all time great
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(Yo Yo) Well... I treat 'em like fleas on my collar
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Pick 'em by the hour, cutie with big D's and dollars
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Dressed in Versace or Polo, you never know
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Question is, how low can you really go?
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(Chorus)
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(Yo Yo & MC Lyte)
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One for the cutie, two for the cutie
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Three for the cuties with the big D's and money
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One for the cuite, two for the cutie with the big D...
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One for the cutie, two for the...
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Three for the... Oh yeah
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One for the money, two for the cutie
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And three for the cuties, and the money with the...
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The everything, with everything that it takes, (Ha ha ha)
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We need a cutie with big D and money
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One for the Cuties
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Yo Yo |