[Chorus]
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It's gotta be you, it's gotta be right
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No time for games, it's gotta be tight
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I just want this to be special, special
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If it's gonna be you, it's gotta be right
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No time for games in my life
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I just want this to be special, special
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[Verse 1]
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This is like the third time ya said you was through
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I'm beggin' ya back, we loud in the parking lot causin' a scene
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Campaignin' like the love ain't have no resident here
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Still I stay all in the cabin
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Although I know we've seen enough of good days and dirt
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You cut me just to nurse me back but damn I'd understand it
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You gave ya all and I just gave it up
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Put the truck in ya name
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Damn ya should've known I was liability
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Ignorin' the ways you would dress for a nigga
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Express to a nigga I heard jibber and jabber
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My apologies I left the wrong man to conduct
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Take these jewels for the inconvience and neglect
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You expect the worst of it
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But I realize that I owe you more than explaination
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I got my life in a box, what I'm supposin' is a joint account
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It's cash on it, let's take our lil' business and incorporate it
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It's me and you girl
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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First of all love, your soul caller
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Before me helped create and shape your distorted image
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See every man don't play or even scrimmage
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That's a lie but I'm try to be that only one
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You look to, to make you smile
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First you need to check my files
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Understand I play the partners sterotypical man
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An regret the pain I may have left to flame
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My people say "Yo that's a fine girl ya mess with"
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But I told em' we havin' a mess
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Ya charm must have calluses from the grip
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That it has on my heart that I ain't tryin' to rip
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But by now we both should know
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That it's no longer where ya at but where we tryin' to go
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So do ya background checks so I can pass through these borders
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And stamp my name on a lil' man or a daughter
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Come on girl
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[Chorus to end]
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Special
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De La Soul |