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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiend
Fiend
Rap
Master P
Master P
Performer
Mac
Mac
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernest Isley
Ernest Isley
Composer
O'Kelly Isley Jr.
O'Kelly Isley Jr.
Composer
Chris Jasper
Chris Jasper
Composer
Richard Jones
Richard Jones
Composer
Mckinley Phipps Jr.
Mckinley Phipps Jr.
Composer
Marvin Isley
Marvin Isley
Composer
Ronald Isley
Ronald Isley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Darryl For Beats By The Pound
DJ Darryl For Beats By The Pound
Producer

Lyrics

Ugh ha, do that to one of tenderonies And uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, y'all hear that Say black, the eye contact that you and I share Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear If I could I would and I ain't even frontin' I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something Say black, the eye contact that you and I share Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear If I could I would and I ain't even frontin' I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something Maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P Got these ghetto hotties wanting to put they love in me I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated Screaming, No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it Relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger Come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya Work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex I want you to open your legs as wide as you could So I can hit you from the back with this nickle plated wood Up and down like a roller coaster From your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya I ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got straps 9 months later, we ain't bustin' no caps Crispy clean, no strings attached Little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that Say black, the eye contact that you and I share Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear If I could I would and I ain't even frontin' I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something Say black, the eye contact that you and I share Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear If I could I would and I ain't even frontin' I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something I heard you want a romance Won't you lay up there and give me the chance I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing And the reason I came up off 'cause you workin' with something Now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve On top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve I'm pitching, 'cause your curves got me wanting to slide home And prove that I flip other things besides ounce Tell your girl you're gone, baby you gots to Rome He leaving with things, he get it on, get it on You cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me Please use ingenuity when you doing me Damn you, jazzin' blues with you matching handbag an' shoes Pretty legs but knees gone get bruised There's no one gonna get used nigga [Incomprehensible] Straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something Say black, the eye contact that you and I share Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear If I could I would and I ain't even frontin' I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something Say black, the eye contact that you and I share Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear If I could I would and I ain't even frontin' I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something Back stage at the concerts peepin' You wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin' Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone Hotel booked and I don't wanna be alone Maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song Camouflage love all night making me moan Thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion Run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin I'm here tonight and the vibe is right Red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight But tomorrow's my flight, and I'll be outta your sight Take my address down so you can write But for now let's do something Fuck the frontin' and the talking my dogs just about barkin' Take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on And go to the war with me Pager number's on the desk Hit me when you trying to do something Say black, the eye contact that you and I share Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear If I could I would and I ain't even frontin' I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Writer(s): Ronald Isley, Marvin Isley, Rudolph Isley, Richard Jones, O'kelly Isley, Ernie Isley, Christopher Jasper, Percy(master P) Miller, Mckinley Jr Phipps Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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