Hit the block around twenty to nine
Checking my girl but then I see this girl looking fine
So I, asked her if she wouldn't mind
Could you tell me your name and what you're doing tonight
A body like nuttin' I seen
She telling me she on the cover of GQ magazine
Telling me she had to go so I dropped at the spot in my four by four
(So I told her) I can't be late, girls taking up my time gotta hit her with the lie
(So I told her) I can't wait to freak, she you at the same time next week!
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Baby give me what you got
'cause I'm everything she's not!
Love is all I bring
In my khaki, suit and ting
So honey leave your girl at home
With your car keys mobile phone
Love is all I got
All the things that make you hot
Got my woman crazy on the phone
She talkin' 'bout why the f**k my ass ain't at home
Had to tell her I was stuck
In some brand new business I was all tied up
Told the girl I was late, I had to rhyme
I gotta be back stage at a quarter past nine
Telling me to change my mind
She like Britney Spears "Baby hit me one more time!"
(So I told her) I can't be late, girls taking up my time gotta hit her with the lie
(So I told her) I can't wait to freak, she you at the same time next week!
Chorus
(So I told her) I can't be late, girls taking up my time gotta hit her at the line
(So I told her) I can't wait to freak, she you at the same time next week
Chorus
No pop no style
I'm strictly roots (to fade)