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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Performer
Mos Def
Mos Def
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayatollah
Ayatollah
Producer

Lyrics

I know, I can't afford to stop For a moment. that it's too soon. to forget I know, I can't afford to stop For a moment. that it's too soon. to forget Man. for real I was in love with this girl, y'know I was. to' up dog! I'm tellin you man She was wild man. f'real It's just too. let me tell you about her Yo, in she came with the same type game The type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name Big fame, she like cats with big thangs Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once Ass so fat that you could see it from the front She spot me like paparazzi; shot me a glance In that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, Hot damn! What's your name love, where you came from? Neck and wrist blazed up, very little make-up The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of? I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it down Asked her to dance she was like "Yo, I'm leavin now" An hour later, sounds from Jamaica She sippin Crys straight up, shakin, windin her waist up Scene two: my fam throwin the jam Fahreed is on the stand big things is in the plan The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move in Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce; I turn around Say word! You was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed Tryin to play me for the herb (Yeah, that's her) Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together I just played it long and pretended I never met her "How you feelin?" "Oh I'm fine." "My name is Mos." "I'm Sharice. I heard so much good about you it's nice to finally meet." We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially And honey love ended up sittin directly next to me I'm type polite but now I'm lookin at her skeptically Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet yo I'm bout to merc, I say peace to the family She hop up like "How you gonna leave before you dance with me?" I know I can't afford this life For a moment That its too soon To forget I know I can't afford this life For a moment That its too soon To forget She blew my whole head with that dude, I was like "What?" I played it low though, I was like "Yeah, aiight, c'mon then, let's go" It's mad, the shit is so sick, I'm tell you Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just. Yo, she was like Jayne Kennedy, word bond To my mother man, she was that ill man She take me to the dance floor and she start whisperin to me Yo, let me apologize for the other night I know it wasn't right, but baby you know what its like Some brothers don't be comin right I understand, I'm feelin you Beside, 'can I have a dance?' ain't really that original We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades They playing lovers' rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song Finished then she whisper 'honey, let's exchange numbers' Scene three: weeks of datin late night conversation In the crib heart racin, tryin to be cool and patient She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent She walked away smilin singing Gregory Issacs Like 'if I don't, if I don't, if I don't' Showin me that tan line and that tattoo Playin Sade, "Sweetest Taboo" Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled Man I smashed it like an Idaho potato She call my at my J.O., 'come now', I can't say no Ginseng tree trunks, rockin the p-funk Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up Three months, she call 'I feel I'm runnin a fever' Six months, I'm tellin her I desperately need her Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around I need more than to knock it down I'm really tryin to lock it down Midnight we hook up and go at it Burn a stogger, let her know, sweeth...
Writer(s): Charles Singleton, Eddie Snyder, Dante Smith, Lamont Dorrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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