(feat. Chico DeBarge)
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[Chico harmonizes to music from "Scarface" until 0:25]
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[Jim Jones]
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I seen it all from a player's eyes (mack)
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Look at this world from my latest ride (Benz)
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We knock 'em all if you let this slide (that's right)
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This how you ball if you a major guy (whoa)
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With alcohol and a hazy high
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The city lights in the jaded sky
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I had this girl, wanna make her mine
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I can't lie, I was interested in her (what happened)
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We shared a bed in the club, and even crept to dinner (Miami)
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It's such a funny situation
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Cause I knew she had a man in the ave. by reputation (what's what)
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I get around (okay) I'm just a product of my occupation (so what)
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I asked her number and she contemplated (what happened)
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I'm losin patience (uh-huh) and it's startin to get flagrant (so what)
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Seize the moment or forever regret it
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Three in the mornin and I'm stressin to catch her (you know I need that)
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Creepin up on her and applyin the pressure
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Me and my homey A don't think I can get her, uhh, but
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[Chorus: Chico DeBarge]
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It's crazy, smooth ghetto angel so amazin
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Smokin gettin high with the daisy
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Thinkin 'bout makin you my lady, maybe
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You're a bad girl, she say I only want her for my pleasure
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Slow hit it from the back, I do it better
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She left me with a kiss and I let her, never sweat her
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[Jim Jones]
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You seekin love is watchin movies on and off the stations (hell no)
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Those commercials was our intermissions (for what)
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For the {?} and the tongue-kissin (what else) and one instance
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Turns some heated touchin to some freaky fuckin (just get it)
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My situation is a bit of trouble
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See this affair is a bit of struggle
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And my persona and my thuggish morals
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That was enough to start a lover's quarrel
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Since she had a man but he wasn't loyal (I hear that)
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Got loose enough just to open up (then what)
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It be the mornin 'fore he sober up (twisted)
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I call the shit like Punky Brewster (what?)
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And she never met a thug looser
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Star nigga party with the snub shooter (bang bang)
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My thug True is probably posted in back
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We party hard, get so crazy
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And we smoke and drink 'gnac (we ain't never scarred)
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I'm tryin to slide in the night on some smutty sex
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Niggaz beepin my phone to ask me did I get her yet
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[Chorus]
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[Jim Jones]
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It's gettin nervous now (why) cause the word in town (was what)
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Is that your man got the word that we done flirtin 'round
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In your Beemer merkin 'round (err) foreplay in the hallways
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So now we hit the house and pull the curtains down (close that curtain)
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We laugh and we joke, we drink and I pass you the smoke
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Smack your ass when you walk, when fuckin I grab and you joke
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(Have sex at night) As we lay and we chill
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Your crib, nice apartment, who's payin the bills
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This type of shit'll get you sprayed and you killed
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(That's that Harlem shit) Like {?} shot in "Paid in Full"
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This is not a movie script, some of my truest shit
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Selfish premonition, out of sight I'm out of mind
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When this nigga gone and missin (play the rules)
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Wishin she mine, I'm knowin that she'll never be (never be)
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This'll be fine, the closest that I'll ever be (ever be)
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I see a chick and she mine, new Goldie of the ghetto B
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Niggaz beepin my phone to ask me did I get her yet
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[Chorus - to fade]
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Spanish Fly
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| Jim Jones |
