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The Number One Set and Sound (Word, Live)(Chorus)'You... You... Only You'In about four bars a married man will begin to speakM-m-m-m-m-m-many have claimed, to obtain, levels of boningBut when I meet their women I'm like, "They must be joking?"They stroking, but after ten minutes you begin gizzingBend her down, flip her 'round, find a way to switchpositionChanging, rearranging, let her seduce yaDon't try to rush the panties cause you'll always be theloserAnd laughed at, hated on, you can't performWith those that control they tongue, on and on and onLet's get specific, my frame crescent thicken, you'resexually upliftedWith the freak in you, don't act the way these cats doWay I maneuver, Kama Sutra give me a statuteSo now I ask you, and tell you brothers literallyWhen it comes to hooking up with these ladies y'all ain'tbetter than meDown with RNC, endlessly reciting poetryAnytime I'm in the bed my wife is there exploring meLetras de cancionesThen I "No!" I'm not ready to share my game planMany say they're free, but this style, they haven't attainedyet(Chorus)Renege you, son, bumping through dunn, don't you know itsyour biology to cumWhat separates the men from boys, masturbation from lovemakingIs making your women really hummcause by the time you finally get her open she get doneand rock the body, then UP you gotta runsee only a sucka pull a move like thatthen wonder why your women getting hers behind your backSelect the right time and placePut it in her face, and taste creation of the human raceIts all about the physical built up you createdYour time wit it kid, and let her escaladeThen while you'll STICK!, she'll GRIND!Don't touch youself, she's out of time, here's another rhyme(Chorus) From Letras Mania