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    It's that number one hip-hop tramp, to get your thong damp
    I put it down till you girls catch a cramp,
    Take a little trip with the smoothest guy walkin'
    Usually my fault in, girls wreckless eyeballin
    Attraction is magnetic, they come and get it
    Game is all natural, yours is synthetic
    So while you sittin' there tryin' to get your words straight
    I bag more dimes than workers at the herb gate
    Use tight D, on top of tight G
    Want it done rightly, girlfriend invite me
    I foresee what you hoping,
    And say the right thangs to get you open, then I get you open
    Lay it down from nighttime until the A.M.
    Watch how I play æ…¹m, lay æ…¹m and then fillet æ…¹m
    In the kingdom I hit it like lottery
    Baby you gotta see, the Brooklyn prodigy

    It's plain to see, your game is tight enough for me
    I jus can't keep my cool, I just gotta let it be
    And now you're in the zone
    And I'm sure when you play on
    That the way you put it down
    Is gonna change this game around

    Verse 2
    Sharp P-I till I return to the essence
    Making my presence, glow like florescence
    I come around and get it like hot peas and butter
    Drop these and got her, that Kane he's a mother
    The God don't minimize, I enterprise, when I rise
    In the thighs, make æ…¹m see doubles like geminis
    So, bring it on me no sweat it
    But you talk that Lil' Kim talk to me and end up bowlegged
    Give it to you good upon the mattress
    6 million ways to get yo' back twist
    No theatrics when the Kane approach
    Put you in more positions than a football coach
    Pimpin' ain't easy but we don't knock it do we
    Instead we spend chips, get fly, rockin jewelry
    Walk through the club with the girls lockin to me
    It's all love in here baby now sock it to me.


    Verse 3
    I don't discriminate they come upon ease
    Asians, Haitians, even the mommies
    Please lowdown stankin', plus Jamaican girl bangin'
    Them call me yard boy cause them seen something hangin'
    Never do I waste that, I put my face at, a place that
    In case I wanna taste that
    Comfort specialist, is as easy as this
    Ah miss, yeah duke you better hold your on to her wrist
    I start roamin like car phones, and
    Just can't control my hormones and
    I make a move on a ten, and go and get a friend
    So I can put my man in
    While you sittin' there drinkin', that glass of Cris
    I be sittin there thinkin', what's after this
    Us two, me and you is what's happenin'
    Bodily in heat like an African (O.K.)

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