| And I, and I, need to be with you tonight
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| Tell a broad get with me at the speed of light
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| Neo-soul flow, Jill-Scott overload
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| Tour bus, fifty cities, meet me on the road
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| PYT count max, on overload
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| Gorgeous girls all around, don’t overdose
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| I need a real girlfriend, baby hope you know
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| We can make love all night, in slow mo'
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| You don’t even know
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| Take it back to the hip hop Summer nights
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| Tribe Called Quest, MC Lyte
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| Put me on the mic
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| For the love of my heart, you could break-dance in the park
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| Need a b-girl with a killer arch
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| Play the lead role in my life, such a killer part
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| And if we ever grow apart, which is never
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| Cause' forever we will have hip hop
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| So let’s rock
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| Hip hop and love
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| I remember the first time we hooked up
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| Can’t remember the last time we broke up
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| Hip hop and love
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| I remember the first time we hooked up
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| Can’t remember the last time we broke up
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| She the one, to my two-step
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| Perfect sixteen, that I ain’t get to do yet
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| New J’s, no hoody --- just a crew-neck
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| Then I got with you, when I knew that I was too fresh
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| She swag me the hell out
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| Knew Public Enemy ain’t ever gonna' sell out
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| Cause what we got is priceless
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| Mary J, real love --- Spike couldn’t write this
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| Watching brown sugar with the lights off
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| Used to sleep over on your nights off
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| Used to call me your sugar bear
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| Listening to 2Pac, you would let me pull your hair
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| Throwing that D’Angelo and slow up
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| The type of love to make a b-boy grow up
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| You know the type of love that never stops
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| So put this ring on your finger, baby girl, and let’s rock
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| Used to listen to the Fugees — The Score
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| Nowadays we don’t talk no more
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| Before you hooked up with your new thing
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| We was bumpin' that Wu Tang
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| Blasting Outkast, and the Roots
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| Those were our favorite groups
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| I remember music we would listen to
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| When I’m reminiscing over you, my god |