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Tytuł: G-spot

  • Wykonawca: Warren G
  • Wy¶wietleń: 242
[Warren G]
   I'm the illest, what?
   I'm the illest, Warren G, uh yeah
   I'm the illest, the illest you've ever seen
   Haha check this shit out do'
   Peep game, look, hmm
  
   She used to tell me that she loved me all the time
   I turned to her, and say that I'm
   infatuated, concentrated on cuttin it up
   Body bustin out your blouse, don't button it up
   Me and you could make a getaway, up in the cut
   I'm just a squirrel in your world, bustin a nut
   Slide in the passenger side and creep to the tilt
   And maybe you could get a chance to sleep on my silk
   because you come with, that A-1 shit
   The kind I wouldn't mind havin a 20-year run with
   I'm done with these games, played by these dames
   I could exit the drama the same way that I came
   Cos I gotta put it down for my sons
   so you, skanless scuds gets none of my funds
   Cos I can't be in love with my pockets on fee
   Get the money, the power and the rest come for free, you know
  
   Chorus: El DeBarge, (Val Young)
  
   I let you hang (I let you hang around)
   so you could see (so that you, could see)
   You tried to switch (Understand, tryin to switch)
   the fool out of me (and make a fool, of me)
   I meant (So I guess I'll have to let you be)
   Baby (Baby baby baby baby you know)
   *repeat*
  
   [Warren G]
   Now baby, look at the time
   We gotta do what we gotta do
   The club's about to close, don't you wanna ride
   in a Rolls, Royce? Make it real moist
   Take the Rolls to the jet, take the jet to my yacht
   Letcha kick it for a week in my Carribbean spot
   Coconut milk bath (bath), private beach, first class (class)
   Water clear like glass (glass), waves ticklin your ass
   Cut the act baby, you need a change of pace
   I deliver you a whole new world of taste
   Guaranteed to put a different timid look on your face
   Put the arch in your back when I'm grippin your waist
   Warren G keep flippin the bass on key
   Cos you rollin with a G when you're rollin with me
   Easily I spit game to make it hot
   Headed straight for the motherfuckin G-Spot, you know
  
   Chorus
  
   [Warren G talking]
   See now look at the picture
   You got a lotta women out there preaching about
   how they ain't a bitch or a ho but now
   if you carry yourself in a fashionable matter
   game can be matched both ways by a player
   not a player hater, please believe it
   It's told not to be sold by me
   You know what, it ain't my fault
  
   *Val Young crooning*
   I let you, hang around, so that you, can see
  
   Chorus (x1 1/2)
  
   *Warren G and Eve phone conversation*