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[Thes One:]Yo, I think this time I've found a shorty for meWe talk a lot, take walks a lot, she doesn't bore meIn fact she won't ignore me when I'm speakin music mattersShe's intelligent, fly style flattersMy own style, chickens scatter when she floats through the clubChild matters,Love, I'm thinkin,I met her one night drinkin, I suggested a show,She walked up and said, "I know youYou're from the P-U, T-S, I think your name is Thes too,"Would you like a soda, I'm underageSlipped her my number, tipped awayAnd said give me a page laterIn typical Latin lady flavor she said "Maybe,Que si" That's how it should beAnd see she played me close, next night dinner,The champagne toast, sunset pacific coast,And most while, everything to me was like tight groovyAlways a treat, man, she took me to the moviesMade love to beats, woke up and made me pancakesAnd this point I knew my shit was land or lakesLetras de cancionesFellas, I might be in love but something's still not right,We didn't fight but she didn't call me last nightShe got mad loot, no jobs, and plus a high renterCellular phone to check the Pac Bell message center,Which she does too much, and I'm really not with itShe tells me that she loves me so I guess I'm committed[Chorus: x 2]Turndown days...No way, no way"It gets better, this girl's kinda clever"[Double K:]Yo I was coolin' at the club about ten on the dotDrinkin' Hennessey and Coke, feeling like 2PacMe and the crew hit the stage in about a half of oneTrying to ditch security 'cause I'm under twenty-oneJust then, I see this fine Latin chick walk pastFace like never before, body like an hour glassSo I was lookin' at the booty, it was lookin' right back,You would have thought she wanted loot but it wasn't like thatYo this girl stepped to me, asked me, what was my name,I told her, Mike, she looked with a grin, said, that's rightThen for a minute I started to wonder how she knew who I was,Yo, we've been doin' mad shows with the underground buzz,Then I asked her her name, yo I heard that somewhere,Matter of fact, I have, but yo the K didn't careAll I wanted was the ass, only that and nothing more,Talked a cool 15 minutes, got the number, hit the floor,Saw Thes, gave him the DAT, we rocked the show,Woke up the next day, aww shit, here we goSeen a number in the pager that I didn't recognize,Matched it up with the little paper received last night,Word up, I'm 'bout to hit the skins like it was my firstReturned the call, got the address, and quenched my thirst,Took a quick shower, was out in five minutes,Big grin on my grill 'cause I knew I'd be up in it,Her crib was in four, so I strolled down the road,Kinda high off the blunt, bangin' on the front door,She opened up, still in her nightclothes,Foreplay was in effect before I closed the front door,You know how it goes, fingers in her shoobie doobie,Whispered in her ear that I wanted her to do me,And we did it homeboy, all day and night,But even after that, something still wasn't right,What the fuck, Thes's beat tape doin' on your night stand?Yo, I figured it out, it was a game-planI asked her what's up, she said I got a man,And I got a what, what, what, what[Chorus: x 2][Assault:]Y'all didn't see me all day, I stayed at the bay awaitin',The car from the maiden I had met when I was chasin'Down the bus which I missed but I wasn't too pissedWhen I spotted a sis, who lit my eyes like the treesThey put up on Christmas, I said, hey, how are you doin' today?She said, aiight, the frame was tight so I continued her way,Shootin' the breeze like LA, conversation was cool,She went to school, had a job, and no meat was the rule,Now not to send like a gay librarian,I appreciate the fact you're vegetarian,I eat some flesh once in awhile, was her reply,And then she looked at me with an old look in her eye,I said, what, I'm not your kind of nigga?Not quite, but I'll be very interested to hang out with you tonight,I thought whoa, huh, this girl's a sick puppy,If she chills at the crib I'll probably get luckyBut she never showed... All day, I missed work...But she never showed up...I think she was bisexualShe had a fat ass...It was like red, kinda like reddish brown[Double K:]Hold up! Where'd she stay it?![Assault:]Like, Culver City or something[Double K:]Awwww![Thes One:]Wait a second... Shit[Assault:]What? Huh?[Thes One:]Naww dude![Double K:]What's wrong with you?[Thes One:]Naww dude![Double K:]What kind of car she drove?[Assault:]She had a little Honda or something[All:]No!
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"The Turndown [Featuring Assault]" as written by Chris Portugal Mike Turner
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