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Me and you, babygirl, is like best friends Let me hit you when I get the notion On I-55, you and I, let's ride, hittin' on potion Some say she's flicky-flicky Lemme kiss yo' little 'neeta I'm bending through the backs and curves Inhale, exhale the herb Let me open up your mind to this concept Hit this, 'B, and take one step If you listen to the words from a wordsmith As the herb shift To the curb while my 22" spins In my baby-blue Benz Girls say, "That boy is acting up, but that's the way he is." You lookin' good when you steppin' out a centerfold Tell me - would we, baby? Can I reach a pinnacle? But ever since I did a dime in this street game They left a motherfucker cold, and you know it I'll put you in a beat and I'll blow it Keep it real with the bitches and I never sugarcoat it You like tight herb and when I pull up to the curb it's like When I pull up to the curb it's like Letras de cancionesWhen I'm laying in the back of my 745 With my lips on you Spittin' good game Blowin' smoke through the woodgrain Gettin' brain like a hustlah should A hustlah would Chasin' paper to the ? [senators,city dust, silly ducks?] She said, "I'll run it through my hands and lungs" What that do? In the middle of your index and thumb Baby girl, you just got me sprung What that do? Oh yes, she's one of the best That I've touched in the past tense Now I'm hurtin' Lurkin', searchin' for the merchants Coz I know that baby girl is workin' To the end of the roach she's smokin' To the hands to the Ziplock's closin' It's like Teddy Pendergrass but she wants an autograph But the sex is closin' Open back up Last time Coz' a little dark off [?] in my mind She's just like one of a kind No "C"s, no stayin' behind This just like top of the line Perfect, wanna drop in her dime I'm on a roll again I'm 'bout to blow again Babygirl, I can't pretend Your love got me high - on ten We mix like juice n' gin Do or Die - we at it again Whether you ride in a six or the fin Shot out to my niggaz in the pen Tatted up with a few dead friends Do or Die - we at it again Babygirl, I can't pretend Your love got me high - on ten We mix like juice n' gin Do or Die - we at it again From Letras Mania