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    Capone-N-Noreaga / Lyrics

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    [Chorus: Capone *singing*]
    Girl, you are so sweet (so sweet)
    Say that is what you are (what you are ma)
    See me I'm from Q.B. (Q.B.)
    And you can be my star (be my star)
    So come sail away with me (c'mon, c'mon)
    Let's cruise into my thug world (let's go)
    And we'll get high with each other
    (hear ma, hear ma) uh-huh, do your thing ma

    You say you lookin for a lover Boo, someone you can talk to

    I walk these streets, tryin hard not to hawk you
    Laugh when they stalk you, playin my cards
    Weighin the odds, I see your face like a mirage
    Your hair tied in a bun, with a chopstick through it
    Your frames make you look erotic, exotic twist
    Don't know I'm a thug, but I'm sentimental
    Cried when Cochese died; a villain need a girlfriend too
    Love it when they play shy - and if I ever fall in love
    see this babyface? Swear I never tell a lie
    Gossip got you hatin me so much right now
    Like Kelis, ready to call police, give 'em all the heat
    You know I'm on parole, so you chose not to beep for a week
    Couldn't see your man goin up creek
    Fuck the B.I.'s, the letters, and the short-eye pictures
    I'ma ride for my bitches, if they ride for my niggaz


    I see you workin hard, the wrong man got you cursin God
    Earth in the physical flesh, a certified star
    You make your own, I know you tired of spendin days alone
    All cried out, I'm wonderin if I can take you home
    We can lay up, breakfast when you wake up
    A covergirl, lovin your world, fly no make-up
    Ain't nuttin change, I stay sunk in the Range
    I get brain, switch lanes when I'm pluckin a dame
    Hit your job on your lunch break, the spots they can take
    Make a date later this week, so we can celebrate
    Knew my hustle, you never did try to knock it
    The first true thug in your life, I got you in the pocket
    Wasn't with the sneakin thing, the hill showed your appeal
    You keep it real with the feminine feel
    I still love the stretch socks and your Reeboks
    I love my mami's, konichi-wa, and your nani-nani


    How does it feel for you to be in my world
    Even my girl shoppin sprees Monopoly cheese, coppin you pearls
    Sautee or foreplay, all day
    From the bedroom, to the hallway, I'm all in her toes
    Open my nose, love it when you go downtown
    Hold a freak too, I'd love to see you, in somethin see-through
    Beep daddy, I come and eat you
    Speedin in a Caddy buck on the (?), room three-two
    The spot next to (?) low, nobody gotta know
    I left the studio ma, yeah, we gotta cop and go
    But don't sweat it though, I got us round trip to Mexico
    Chanel thong to go along with your X and O

    This song was submitted on November 15th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Edwin Almonte, Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb, Maurice Gibb, Victor Santiago, Kiam Holley.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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