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Full Steezy Lyrics - The Reunion - Capone-n-noreaga

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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 

 

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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 

 

[Chorus] 

 

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 

 

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