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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Composer
George Spivey
George Spivey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Mixing Engineer
DJ Scratch Magic
DJ Scratch Magic
Producer
Jason Groucott
Jason Groucott
Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Marchese
Glenn Marchese
Engineer
Steve Souder
Steve Souder
Engineer

Lyrics

Hmmm, so you're the one they're talkin' about Let me see if this is real When I do it, eyes lookin' at me When the music should be the only thing you see It's the score to a cinematic oddity Lettin' off shit, hit your ass repeatedly Acrobatic, wha' I'll pull something through your chest-piece Before she came home, pit-stopped breast be Watched the movie, and smoked a philly And took a hit of D. She actin' all silly And I pull the brothers in depressed situations When the thang hit the 'phere, we risin' up to the occassion You're killin' me wit' petty, little rap beat No fingerprints is how my expert-ass be While I'm at it, I'ma stand my ground right here Spotlight, where the chicks is found. You see this little-ass club we in Yo, it's mine, intertwine, wink your bun, do it to the drum Yeah, that's alright But I know you can do better than that C'mon, c'mon Alright then I guess we stand the same ground, same page and wanna freak shit I wanna eat it, watch you beat it, cum real hard than repeatin' Yo, the frivolous rap song he rap about is no good Remove all the crap about my dogs is all in for the national No passion, then I guess they be cashin' out I keep my eyes on things and I keep my shine on bling My people's ain't nothin' to toy wit' Professional, leavin' a boy stiff You doin' all while you're really talkin' You need to get gun or get walkin' This greedy-ass country we in I guess it's mine, intertwine, wink ya bun, do it to the drum What 'chu really wanna do I wanna really do it right What 'chu really wanna do Grab ya hands, hug ya tight For real For real Well, what 'chu feel Well, what 'chu feel We can do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, uh What 'chu really wanna do I wanna really do it right What 'chu really wanna do Grab ya hands, hug ya tight For real For real Well, what 'chu feel Well, what 'chu feel We can do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, uh What 'chu really wanna do I wanna really do it right What 'chu really wanna do Grab ya hands, hug ya tight For real For real Well, what 'chu feel Well, what 'chu feel We can, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, uh Do it, do it Do it, do it Do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it So, I was wondering what would happen' How would you feel if I came inside your bedroom and I took off all your clothes, and took all mines off And, uh, I got the portable DVD thing And, got the right connections I stick it in and put on top your spa basing to get you all fucked up over the bounce And then, you can take it off and then
Writer(s): Kamaal Fareed, George Spivey, Remi Bellenchombre, Jean Monnerville Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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