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No matter what I do All I think about is you Even when I'm with my boo You know I'm crazy over you I met this boy and he just moved right up the block from me He got the hots for me, the finest thing I ever seen Oh no, I got a man and a son, though But that's okay, 'cause I Wait for my cue and just listen, play my position Like a shortstop, pick up everything papi hittin' And in no time... I plan to make this one here mine And that's for sure, 'cause I I never been the type, break up a happy home, but uh, There's Something 'bout baby boy I just can't leave alone Tell me, now, what's it gonna be? He said "You don't know what you mean to me" No matter what I do All I think about is you Even when I'm with my boo You know I'm crazy over you No matter what I do All I think about is you Even when I'm with my boo You know I'm crazy over you I like your steez, your style, demeanor The way you come through and holla And swoop me in his two-seater That's gangsta... I got special ways to thank ya... Don't you forget it, but uh It ain't that easy for you to pack and leave her But uh, you and dirty got ties for different reasons I respect that, and right before I turn to leave He said "You don't know what you mean to me" No matter what I do All I think about is you Even when I'm with my boo You know I'm crazy over you No matter what I do All I think about is you Even when I'm with my boo You know I'm crazy over you East Coast, I know you shaking right Down South, I know you bouncing right West Coast, I know you walking right, cause Midwest, I see you swinging right East Coast, I know you shaking right Down South, I know you bouncing right West Coast, I know you walkin' You don't know what you mean to me No matter what I do All I think about is you Even when I'm with my boo You know I'm crazy over you No matter what I do All I think about is you Even when I'm with my boo You know I'm crazy over you East Coast, you're right Down South, you're tight West Coast, you're fine Midwest, you're mine (Come on, come on, come on, come on) East Coast, you're right Down South, you're tight West Coast, you're fine Midwest, you're mine
Writer(s): Kenneth Gamble, Cornell Haynes, Bunny Sigler, Antoine Macon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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