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Ja Rule - Mesmerize (feat. Ashanti) [Explicit Version]
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Ja Rule
Ja Rule
Вокал
Ashanti
Ashanti
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Thomas Bell
Thomas Bell
Автор песен
Linda Creed
Linda Creed
Автор песен
Andre Parker
Andre Parker
Автор песен
Irving Lorenzo
Irving Lorenzo
Автор песен
J.Atkins
J.Atkins
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Chink Santana
Chink Santana
Продюсер
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Продюсер
Milwaukee Buck
Milwaukee Buck
Инженер звукозаписи
Demo Castellon
Demo Castellon
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Миксинг-инженер
Marc Lee
Marc Lee
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Ja Rule
Ja Rule
Исполнительный продюсер
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

Haha, yeah What up ma? How you been? Yeah I know, I know, hehe It's all good (Murder Inc.) Girl your stare, those eyes I- (Love it when you look at me baby) Your lips, your smile I- (Love it when you kiss me baby) Your hips, those thighs I- (Love it when you thug me baby) And I can't, deny I- (Love it when I'm witchu baby) I, got a fetish for fuckin' you witcha skirt on On the backstreet in the back seat of the Yukon What's takin' so long? I'm gettin' anxious But patiently waitin' for you to tell a nigga to move on Between me and you, we can find each other Flyin' abroad in my private G-2 I ain't tryin' to G you, ma I'm tryin' to see you Bend over, you know how we do it, feet to shoulders Bring heat to coldest night,so ferocious Now you street promotin' the dick game is potent 'Cause in the bed a nigga go hard like Jordan Sweat pourin', lovin' the way you be moanin' Grippin' the sheets, lookin' at me lickin' at me 'Cause every woman just wanna be happy And it's crazy but baby I- (Love it when I'm witchu baby) Girl your stare, those eyes I- (Love it when you look at me baby) Your lips, your smile I- (Love it when you kiss me baby) Your hips, those thighs I- (Love it when you thug me baby) And I can't, deny I- (Love it when I'm witchu baby) I wanna get away, 'cause you know like I know And there's a better day, a-comin, I'm hooked on your lovin' Believe me, and when you hold my body I know you need me, wait for me bay-bay I've been goin' half crazy for your love And I was told that the sex, better than drugs Then get addicted, boy listen I'm the only piece of the puzzle you're missin' Like when we kissin' (Bye bye bye) You got a girl that'll (Ride ride ride) So take me, tonight And do what you do to me, baby Girl your stare, those eyes I- (Love it when you look at me baby) Your lips, your smile I- (Love it when you kiss me baby) Your hips, those thighs I- (Love it when you thug me baby) And I can't, deny I- (Love it when I'm witchu baby) Shorty, are you really gettin' bored with me, or him? 'Cause though I play a lot of games, I play 'em to win (But then again I'm still young and I'm livin' my life) You know you're right and I'm the type To pull up to your bumper, get your number (Baby, I can only help but wonder) What life would be without (My sweet baby) And you're my baby (Holla if you hear me) Oooh-ooh-ooh You can understand that my love is pain And how I feel in vain, it's just a woman thing (It's a man's world, but I understand) But there's still nothin' different, boy, stick to the plan (You be my down ass, witcha round ass) I know I'm feelin' you (Like you feelin' me) The way you're holdin' my body, the way you touch me Girl your stare, those eyes I- (Love it when you look at me baby) Your lips, your smile I- (Love it when you kiss me baby) Your hips, those thighs I- (Love it when you thug me baby) And I can't, deny I- (Love it when I'm witchu baby) I love when you touch me, baby All over my body, baby I love when you kiss me, baby All over my body, baby I love when you touch me, baby All over my body, baby I love when you kiss me, baby All over my body, baby Girl your stare, those eyes I- (Love it when you look at me baby) Your lips, your smile I- (Love it when you kiss me baby) Your hips, those thighs I- (Love it when you thug me baby) And I can't, deny I- (Love it when I'm witchu baby) Babycakes, you motherfucker, you sons of bitches Ain't none of these niggas real like us Ya underdig? And yes sir, we here to stay Right now Let's get into this motherfucker Ya understand?
Writer(s): Andre S. Parker, Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Thomas Randolph Bell, Jeffrey B. Atkins, Linda Creed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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