[35 seconds of ad-libbing to start]
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[Chorus: Soul IV Real]
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If you want it you can have it
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Baby come and get it
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I'll be right here waiting for you
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(Take your time, everything'll be fine)
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If you need it you can get it
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Anyway you want it
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I'll be right here waiting for you
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[Heavy D]
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Uhh, straight off the top, I refuse to stop
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Chicks cling when I do my thing I got it locked
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Officially, I'm yo' big belly da-ddy
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Technically, you don't need to be with nobody but me
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Ha-va-na ci-gar, Ja-mai-can ni-gga
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6 Benz, Cartier tint lens, what?
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I dig yo' steez, knock knees, trunk full
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Body all lumped up, lifestyle Trumped up
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Platinum blonde, hazel eyes chinky
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Diamond on the pinky, skin bronze, you with me?
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She, good'n'plenty, Benz E-320
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Me, I pull over, drop that red Range Rover
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Shorty was milkshake thick, sportin silk, mink and
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she had it sewn, flowin on her own
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She's the type of girl to put her crew on the map
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Anything you want, don't wet that, you can get that
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[Chorus]
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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Now let me speak about this chick I call hotter than a flame
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Seen her chattin with this dame, I had to go and get her name
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She with her friends, they at the bar gettin they drinks on
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Outfit's off the hook with ice gold links on
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Way the skirt is fittin black, who hittin that
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I'm kickin game up in my head steadily sittin back (I feel ya)
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Now I'm think in the attempt to attack the
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shorty that I'm lookin at that's lookin at me
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But soon enough I get my nerve up
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{?} passes me a drink as Pretty Lou he sparks the herb up
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I'm with my Uptown team, makin noise
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Heavy D, Soul IV Real and Lost Boyz
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Now I feel it's time to go and get my try on
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And take shorty home that I got my eye on
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Anything that you want you can catch that
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Like my man said, don't sweat that
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[Chorus]
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[Heavy D]
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By the way mama
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Last night the club was tight, shorty's dead right
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But you stood out the most, so I had to play you close
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Nuttin less than, black essence, your presence real strong
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Dudes all around you frontin hard, gettin they trick on
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I ain't mad, I just watch you gas 'em up, then I watch you pass 'em up
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Then I step up, now look, you shook
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You stuck, what's yo' name, what's yo' digits, what'chu drinkin
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My treat and when they steppin you get swept up off yo' feet
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My mission, first position, backs I twist 'em listen
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Ain't no-bo-dy, like Hea-vy
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The all-star, dapper rapper
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In conjunction with the funk that keep it blazin out they trunks
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What'chu want, sky's the limit, I live it, now is you wit it
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Slow flow, Poconos style, I mean I'm chillin
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Top billin, anything you want, anything you need
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Don't wet that boo, you can get that true
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[Chorus: to fade w/ variations and ad libs]
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You Can Get It
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Heavy D |