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"Could it be the way he touch me (How) He hold me (Why) {Come on} He got me doin' all these things {Black Wall, Cross Money, come on} La-la-la {LaLa, west coast, come on} La-la, la-la, la-la "Fingazz on the track..." She ride around in the S-5, that's me She throwin' up the west side, nigga, that's me Everybody know that The Game a pro at Knockin' down everything, where the weed, dro at Live where the dro at Roll it up, blow that So I can get high, while you lean the 6-4 back And I did this all for you All I ask is you rep Cali right When they call for you It was a low-key Saturday This summer of '03 Me and my chicas chillin' Feelin' fly in my favorite jeans When this Chevy rolled up Bouncin' four vatos deep He was tryin' to get in me In no time, I was all weak In love Boy, you never acting right But you got me acting right And all my real homegirls Don't know why And neither do I Could it be the way he touch me (How) He hold me (Why) He got me doin' all these things Guess I'm sprung on this thug And I don't know why He's hustlin' He's ridin' He's out there doin' all these things But I'm sprung on this thug And I don't know why Sometimes, it can be crazy Sometimes, it feels so good And if anyone disrespects me You'll bring out the hood But it's all this back and forth With you twisted up in court Always say you gettin' right But you just can't leave that life Alone Boy, you never acting right But you got me acting right And all my real homegirls Don't know why And neither do I Could it be the way he touch me (How) He hold me (Why) He got me doin' all these things Guess I'm sprung on this thug And I don't know why He's hustlin' He's ridin' He's out there doin' all these things But I'm sprung on this thug And I don't know why Just me and you, somewhere, with a view With our chinchillas on Like we were in a zoo It ain't about sex I don't care what we do All the bling and the cars, I'm a share with you And when it is about sex, I'm a tear in two Fingernails in my back, pull your hair, what it do And I did this all for you All I ask is you rep Cali right When they call for you All my mijas bang on me But they don't understand "LaLa, we ain't seeing you You always with your man" (That's right) They say he ain't no good for me Is this really where I wanna be "So why's he in your life?" I don't know, but he works it right Could it be the way he touch me (How) He hold me (Why) He got me doin' all these things Guess I'm sprung on this thug And I don't know why He's hustlin' He's ridin' He's out there doin' all these things But I'm sprung on this thug And I don't know why Could it be the way he touch me (How) He hold me (Why) He got me doin' all these things Guess I'm sprung on this thug And I don't know why He's hustlin' He's ridin' He's out there doin' all these things But I'm sprung on this thug And I don't know why La-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la, la
Writer(s): John Stary, Casey Romero Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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