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I'm focused, man
Tell Stoute to holler at me, man
Uh, Young Hova, you heard? (New Mýa, Jay-Z)
Trackmasters, you heard? (What?)
Yo, yes, y'all, and Jigga man be ballin'
These chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawlin'
Get the best of you whenever I put my all in
Have mamis calling for the Lord, darling
Jigga Impallin', ass drop
Coupes with half the top, expose half my knot
Nigga mad when I brag about the cash I got
But I'm used to not having a lot
I'm from the gutter and, uh, I ain't the type to ever chase your box
I'm the type to interior decorate the watch
I'm the type to sling heavy weight on the block
In every state like clockwork, Jigga's the hurt, holler
Your lips are telling me, "Yes" (Clue)
While you're kissing on my neck
Making me feel so
Should I stay? Should I go?
I don't know
Your hot boy style drives me wild
But in the back of mind, I know
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you, best of me
Best of me, best of me (DJ Clue, Desert Storm, what?)
Conversation like, what?
Big thighs got you stuck
Feelings starting to show
Should I stay? Should I go? (Put it on)
I don't know
You're driving me crazy
I wanna be your lady
But I got a man at home
Even though I wanna see (yeah)
How you put that thing on me (I really like the way)
I can't let you get the best of me (uh, uh)
Even though I wanna see (yeah, yeah)
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you, best of me (let you get the best of me)
The best of me, the best of me, oh, no
Five, four, three, two, one
Carolina blue kicks, hottest nigga on the block
Used to wheelie bicycles since I was six (uh)
High school, the crossover, waved away picks
Music is the same shit, gave away hits
So, ma, get it together or forget it forever
When I go at you hard, I can get it through leather
You act like Jigga can't get at whoever
Talkin', you got a man, okay, ma, and?
That's high school, making me chase you 'round for months
Have an affair, act like an adult for once
Plus my hand is up your skirt, goddamn, you flirt
What's a little me on top gon' hurt?
Maybe a little, but pain is pleasure and pressure bust pipes
And you look like the "I like it rough" type
We can crush tonight, tell me what you like
I got a yellow bottle on a bucket of ice, get right (Young Hova)
Even though I wanna see (DJ Clue)
How you put that thing on me (Desert Storm)
I can't let you, best of me (The Hard Knock Life soundtrack, Backstage)
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me (The Commisioner)
Make it hot
Make it hot, make it hot, make it hot (y'all know)
Trackmasters
Mr. Tone