| Oh yeah playas it’s definitely goin' down
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| Girbaud of the Manhattan I see you actin' bad
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| Jammin' that Lil' Keke «Don't Mess Wit Texas» CD
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| But right now I need you to take a… blown big break
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| And Lil' Keke 780'll do their latest out here 'n do his thang
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| This called «Don't You Know»
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| Go on ladies you need to get wet on this one
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| Don’t you know, that I love you so
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| Don’t you know, that I love you so, baby
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| Don’t you know, I love you so
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| I wan' caress you slow, from head to toe
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| Deep inside I go, baby scream fo' mo'
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| We can play our way, at this game I’m a pro
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| Let you run the show, a queen you will be
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| Satin sheets, pat lace, Victoria’s Secret
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| And I know your body need it gotta make your mind believe it
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| All above, all the love, on my purpose is defeated
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| You have cheated on your man to his spirits a g
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| When you know that he got flicks with a playa like me
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| I guess that Lil' Keke has the key to the do'
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| And I’m lettin' you ladies know that I love you so
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| Bubble bath in the spa, menage-a-trois
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| You a driver for a car, I’ll make you a star
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| As I floss Jaguar, to wherever you are
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| Long distance in the distance on my cellular
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| And no way’s too far for my private jet
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| I’m on a flight, hold tight, keep it nice and wet
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| Please don’t get upset, the fun just begun
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| Wanna want a job done, will you make me a son?
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| Will you make me a daughter? |
| Do I need to pump harder?
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| Turn the temperature up on the bed so we can heat 'em warmer
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| A heart of a villain, a thug-like nigga gets harder gets liver
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| More deeper to the river
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| You shiver you shake, ice cream and candy
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| I wonder how it feel when your water breaks
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| No mistakes allowed at the rodeo show
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| And I’m lettin' you ladies know that I love you so, uh
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| As I gaze in your eyes, it’s not a surprise
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| That I’m the perfect size bumpin' between your thighs
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| Just time to realize, don’t need a disguise
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| I’m a star on the rise, only out for the price
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| Dig deep into your soul, then get caught in the rapture
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| Yo' mind I’ma capture, night before morning after
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| First chapter Illuminati, beamas & benzes
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| 7-day vacations, all-paid expenses
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| I’m a playa fo' life, thanks to this rap
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| I can floss, I can flap, with my salary cap
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| H-Town's on the map, and nothing is negative
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| I’m the owner of the firm, I make you an executive
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| Cause just then you will see that you do wanna be
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| With Lil' Keke in the land of free
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| Do you wanna, are you gonna? |
| Let’s sit in the sauna
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| And laugh our life away while we blow marijuana
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| It’s goin' DOWN
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| Ahh… I see the little latest out there acting bad
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| On that one right there
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| Lil' Keke from that CD «Don't Mess… With Tex-as»
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| Featuring Phaz, make sure you look out for him real soon aight? |
| heh
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| Aight fellas, you took your break. |
| heh
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| Now here’s something you can bang to, fool! |