[D-Shot]
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Hey now baby, how you been doin?
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You been doin fine?
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You know you called me last week
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I got your message but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin?
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(Now I come through, just like the hog I am)
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It seems you need a little bit of excitement in your life
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(All up in her bedroom, serenading one of my tunes)
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I'm here for you, don't sweat it
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(She's got an attitude against her man)
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How your man be treatin you?
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(She needs me to get her in the mood)
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I know
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(I had to hit her, I'm never scary I'll be yo huckleberry!)
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See you can call me any hour, that's how we do it
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I'm in and out, and partner you ain't knowin this
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She loves you dearly but she's all on a player's tip
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Cause you ain't givin' somethin that she really needs
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And that's that good ass lovin, partner can't you see
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She's bored no trust, she sits in the house all day
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While you out there ballin, tryin to have it the kingpin way
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She gets no time, your schedule way too deep
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You leaves out the house everytime you get a beep
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To all you ladies, sweet dark and lovely
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See players like me, I likes to taste the Easter bunny
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I likes to lick you down, give you self esteem
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I'm the playboy you want, on your under team
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Yo' huckleberry, mackin fast Shot-ty
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One of them type of ballers on the same level as Gotti
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So all you tenders, it's all to the good
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So page me on the under and I'll creep through yo' hood
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*chorus*
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If you need some lovin, lovin girl
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I'll be yo' huckleberry, berry
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And if you need someone to talk to girl, talk to girl
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You can call me on the under, under
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[E-40]
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Lookin at my oyster perpetual Rolex, browsin through my Rolodex
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Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit that girdle
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Come through on a tuck, while he's in the shower
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Get it when he's with Rob and 'em, after hours
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Slumpin Johnnie Taylor, regulatin
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Cheatin in next room, fornicatin'
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Demonstratin, new and improved moves
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Legislatin, Erk and drinkin booze
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But when you plug it, baby see you soon
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You say one day, we gon' jump the broom
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It was seven years, and she was faithful for ya
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But did she love ya, or was she used to ya
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It ain't my fault you got too attached
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But don't check me partner, check yo baitch
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Wanna know my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry
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I'll be yo huckleberry
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*chorus*
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[D-Shot]
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I'm on yo mind, twenty-four seven
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When you at work, you calls me at eleven
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And that's cool, cause my number won't be on yo' bill
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Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it real
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No hesitation, we wanna play this game right
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But if you feel me, we gots to have our game tight
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So we can mob to the beach and champagne and all
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Rub you down to the camisole
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One hundred miles away, while your man think you at work
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That boy Shot, is all up in these skirts
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If there's a bluebird on my shoulder should I hit it
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I turn her around, then from the back that's when I hit it
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But hittin it from the back ain't always what I wanna do
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I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your crew
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That that boy Shot knows how to... *uck
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He got you givin it up
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And you ain't done that in years
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That's right
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And you ain't done that in years
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*chorus*
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Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to know
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It's between me and you, take my pager number
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You can call me, call me, all times of the day...
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(I'll Be Yo) Huckleberry
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E-40 |