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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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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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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Tryin 2 Do Something
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Master P |