[Verse 1] Ah ah Baby girl was draped in Chanel Said she love 2Pac but hates some LL Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings She can take a prince, turn him into a king I was looking at her in the limelight, pearly whites Said her man get paper but he don't live right All these emotions flowing inside the club Do you really want a thug or do ya want love? She gets the paper when it's time to get it She keep these clowns sinkin' like Chappaquiddick Honey smoke make you click, feel it in their throats No joke, all these love letters they wrote Behind every playa is a true playette Bounce you up outta there, push eject Taster's Choice, have her nice and moist Or play paper games and floss the Rolls Royce
[Verse 2] You was king of seduction, cop a suction Now she with a cat that worked construction You wanna starve her with the paper, abuse her mind Dis a new lover when you know it's alright That's on top, lap dance has got to stop You play out your chick cause your game is hot I did it too, Italian iced my whole crew Piece banging on my chest 'til I'm black and blue You beefin', yellin' on the cell of my 6 You reachin', then you hear the cordless click Now your club hopping, keep the Cristal poppin' Use my chips and take the next man shoppin'? Hell no, must be out ya go- (out yo mind) Got you on your knees and your elbows each and every time That's why I love you mami, you Run your mouth, throw your legs over the bed baby Work me out
[Verse 3] You was all souped up, but played it just right Mami I was full blown, my game was airtight I needed to switch up and get it in gear It's a whole new movie, world premiere, yeah Keep it jinglin', no more minglin' A brand new year, me and you can bring it in I was sick and tired of the freakin', night to morn' Bonin' in the mirror with my Cubans on Let bygones be bygones, no more games Hope all the chickenheads go up in flames Now we in the brand new mansion, with the lake in back Got it all figured out, mami, I like that Collect chips, cop his-and-her whips To waste a quarter mil on clothes is sick But you're worth it playgirl, it's real in the field Say what you want, but keep your lips sealed
The first single from Uncle L’s 1997 album of the same name. The “Something like a phenomenon” line in the chorus comes from White Lines by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Flash.
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