*featuring Snoop Dogg
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[Chorus (Cassidy & Female Voice)]
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[Female Voice:] I'd like to make sweet love to you
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[Cassidy:] What you say you tryin' to do, huh?
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[C:] I'll make you scream like
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[F:] AHHH!
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[C:] And shout like
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[F:] AHHH!
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[C:] And sing
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[F:] Do di do do di do do do
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[C:] Now what you say?
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[F:] I'd like to make sweet love to you
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[Repeat]
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[Verse 1 (Cassidy)]
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Okay!
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I was told you ain't got it nice, 'til you got a wife
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But nope I'ma baller cuz, never gon fall in love
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Pshyche that's a damn lie
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Ladies put ya hands high every man should try to get a woman to stand by
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It's called devotion, emotions could make a man cry
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But ma wipe ya tears and just stare in that man eyes
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Prove that you there for him, prove that you care for him
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That's how you gotta act, prove that you got his back
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Prove that you not a rat
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Don't creep and ho around, hold him down
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'Cause you know what comes around goes around
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And I'm older now and it might seem kinda weird
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But man all them damn AIDS commercials got me kinda scared
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2 (Snoop Dogg)]
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You ever laid on some pink mink sheets blowin' swishers
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Holdin' on some champagne while doin ya damn thang
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Caressin' on tha world main
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Adressin'' you is no pain
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Betty Wright is playing, no pain no gain
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I did it for the hell of it
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Hit it now you tell a bitch
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Now she want a little bit, I did it for the smell of it
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It's relevant and evident
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Yeah girl you heaven sent
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I love the way you break and take all the evidence
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Pimpin cause I'm stayin in your mothafucking residence
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While you out bringin me back the dead presidents
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(Pimpin', Pimpin', Pimpin')
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You can say that I got you
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I do it cause I have to, plus I feel like I got you
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 (Cassidy)]
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Sis if you make love to me
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Kissin' and huggin' me
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Lickin' and rubbin' me, it'll get ugly
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The bed got a mink spread gettin all cuddley
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Pop bub' the hot tub gettin all bubbley
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You don't even gotta ask, all my girls got it bad
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Closet full of Prada bags and I ain't even gotta brag
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Yeah I keep them lookin real
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Go 'head you can push the wheel
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And if ya face tough I might wake up and cook a meal
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Whatever you ask for (It's yours)
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We can go to my bungalo over in Tahiti with the glass floors
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Fish swimmin 'round, the moonlight shimmer down
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I got the bomb stroke
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Girl get ya spine broke
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[Chorus Until Fade]
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Make U Scream
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Cassidy |