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<mystikal talking>
Hey there sup boo?
Whats happenin?
Come holla at me
Naww come here yuh i got somthin for you
Its gon make ya say ungh
I aint sayin nothin yall jus playin
Comere why you actin like that?
Naw for real come ere tho mmm hmmmm
<mystikal>
You got that fire
Aint to fly but when i jus walked by ya
Hands at your side dont you know i aint your average buya
I thought you live on the twelve-hundred block on tecnuiqe
By tha studio apartments, right off 70 street
She said ya, how do you know that?
I said you live next door to my friend
Her name tazra
She said, oh you know tim?
I said ya we use ta kick it man, what about it?
She said no thats cool, thats my girl
Dont take it how it sounded
She said you mean
I said who told ya?
Me and you can make music, dats kinda what im hopin for
Movin like im automated
What we bakin?
Mixin, blendin and twisted
Tha neighbors gonn be listenin
She said slow down baby, movin kinda swift
Besides we just met i usually dont get down like this
I said dont even trip i got you!
She said, you sure?
I said yup i got to!
<chorus>
Put tha dick on tha track, and make em sang
Put the needle to the grove x2
Them otha niggaz aint gonna do what i do!
<mystikal>
When i hit ya with tha tenor
Say sapreno
When your moanin
We aint gonna stop makin racket
Till in the mornin
I say baby kick it wit me all nite
Safe sex, like pot holder on my mic!
Commin thru the woofer, in your speaker
When we freakin, i can see you gettin hot
Why you weakinin? climaxin
While im rappin
Whats my name, and who its for?
Dats what im askin
Spitin like wax
All over 64 tracks
Remember shock ta knock you sax
Symbols, and high hats
Gettin nasty with the music
To be funky like a bass line
Disregard it and get ya good sing
Aint no red lights, when i take mine
Im havin sexual intercourse with the chorus
Screamin! hot vocals got your adlibs gettin hoarse
Sweatin the whole session, your circuits burnt
She said baby dont beat it down no more
Its just the second verse!
<chorus x2>
<mystikal>
First time i laid eyes on ya i was like zaaam
Tell me, girl where you goin? whats your name?
She said pam
And i think its only better that you know who i am
Im the man they make high, like the melophones in southern japan
The way i work my aucustics, aint no comparin
Very rough and aggresive when i lay em
Huffin and puffin, right when i see em
