Hit the block around twenty to nine

Checking my girl but then I see this girl looking fine

So I, asked her if she wouldn't mind

Could you tell me your name and what you're doing tonight

A body like nuttin' I seen

She telling me she on the cover of GQ magazine

Telling me she had to go so I dropped at the spot in my four by four

(So I told her) I can't be late, girls taking up my time gotta hit her with the lie

(So I told her) I can't wait to freak, she you at the same time next week!

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Baby give me what you got

'cause I'm everything she's not!

Love is all I bring

In my khaki, suit and ting

So honey leave your girl at home

With your car keys mobile phone

Love is all I got

All the things that make you hot

Got my woman crazy on the phone

She talkin' 'bout why the f**k my ass ain't at home

Had to tell her I was stuck

In some brand new business I was all tied up

Told the girl I was late, I had to rhyme

I gotta be back stage at a quarter past nine

Telling me to change my mind

She like Britney Spears "Baby hit me one more time!"

(So I told her) I can't be late, girls taking up my time gotta hit her with the lie

(So I told her) I can't wait to freak, she you at the same time next week!

Chorus

(So I told her) I can't be late, girls taking up my time gotta hit her at the line

(So I told her) I can't wait to freak, she you at the same time next week

Chorus

No pop no style

I'm strictly roots (to fade)