[Chorus: Capone *singing*] Girl, you are so sweet (so sweet) Say that is what you are (what you are ma) See me I'm from Q.B. (Q.B.) And you can be my star (be my star) So come sail away with me (c'mon, c'mon) Let's cruise into my thug world (let's go) And we'll get high with each other (hear ma, hear ma) uh-huh, do your thing ma
[Capone] You say you lookin for a lover Boo, someone you can talk to I walk these streets, tryin hard not to hawk you Laugh when they stalk you, playin my cards Weighin the odds, I see your face like a mirage Your hair tied in a bun, with a chopstick through it Your frames make you look erotic, exotic twist Don't know I'm a thug, but I'm sentimental Cried when Cochese died; a villain need a girlfriend too Love it when they play shy - and if I ever fall in love see this babyface? Swear I never tell a lie Gossip got you hatin me so much right now Like Kelis, ready to call police, give 'em all the heat You know I'm on parole, so you chose not to beep for a week Couldn't see your man goin up creek Fuck the B.I.'s, the letters, and the short-eye pictures I'ma ride for my bitches, if they ride for my niggaz
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[Capone] I see you workin hard, the wrong man got you cursin God Earth in the physical flesh, a certified star You make your own, I know you tired of spendin days alone All cried out, I'm wonderin if I can take you home We can lay up, breakfast when you wake up A covergirl, lovin your world, fly no make-up Ain't nuttin change, I stay sunk in the Range I get brain, switch lanes when I'm pluckin a dame Hit your job on your lunch break, the spots they can take Make a date later this week, so we can celebrate Knew my hustle, you never did try to knock it The first true thug in your life, I got you in the pocket Wasn't with the sneakin thing, the hill showed your appeal You keep it real with the feminine feel I still love the stretch socks and your Reeboks I love my mami's, konichi-wa, and your nani-nani
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[Capone] How does it feel for you to be in my world Even my girl shoppin sprees Monopoly cheese, coppin you pearls Sautee or foreplay, all day From the bedroom, to the hallway, I'm all in her toes Open my nose, love it when you go downtown Hold a freak too, I'd love to see you, in somethin see-through Beep daddy, I come and eat you Speedin in a Caddy buck on the (?), room three-two The spot next to (?) low, nobody gotta know I left the studio ma, yeah, we gotta cop and go But don't sweat it though, I got us round trip to Mexico Chanel thong to go along with your X and O
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Copy to Clipboard: [Chorus: Capone *singing*] Girl, you are so sweet (so sweet) Say that is what you are (what you are ma) See me I'm from Q.B. (Q.B.) And you can be my star (be my star) So come sail away with me (c'mon, c'mon) Let's cruise into my thug world (let's go) And we'll get high with each other (hear ma, hear ma) uh-huh, do your thing ma
[Capone] You say you lookin for a lover Boo, someone you can talk to I walk these streets, tryin hard not to hawk you Laugh when they stalk you, playin my cards Weighin the odds, I see your face like a mirage Your hair tied in a bun, with a chopstick through it Your frames make you look erotic, exotic twist Don't know I'm a thug, but I'm sentimental Cried when Cochese died; a villain need a girlfriend too Love it when they play shy - and if I ever fall in love see this babyface? Swear I never tell a lie Gossip got you hatin me so much right now Like Kelis, ready to call police, give 'em all the heat You know I'm on parole, so you chose not to beep for a week Couldn't see your man goin up creek Fuck the B.I.'s, the letters, and the short-eye pictures I'ma ride for my bitches, if they ride for my niggaz
[Chorus]
[Capone] I see you workin hard, the wrong man got you cursin God Earth in the physical flesh, a certified star You make your own, I know you tired of spendin days alone All cried out, I'm wonderin if I can take you home We can lay up, breakfast when you wake up A covergirl, lovin your world, fly no make-up Ain't nuttin change, I stay sunk in the Range I get brain, switch lanes when I'm pluckin a dame Hit your job on your lunch break, the spots they can take Make a date later this week, so we can celebrate Knew my hustle, you never did try to knock it The first true thug in your life, I got you in the pocket Wasn't with the sneakin thing, the hill showed your appeal You keep it real with the feminine feel I still love the stretch socks and your Reeboks I love my mami's, konichi-wa, and your nani-nani
[Chorus]
[Capone] How does it feel for you to be in my world Even my girl shoppin sprees Monopoly cheese, coppin you pearls Sautee or foreplay, all day From the bedroom, to the hallway, I'm all in her toes Open my nose, love it when you go downtown Hold a freak too, I'd love to see you, in somethin see-through Beep daddy, I come and eat you Speedin in a Caddy buck on the (?), room three-two The spot next to (?) low, nobody gotta know I left the studio ma, yeah, we gotta cop and go But don't sweat it though, I got us round trip to Mexico Chanel thong to go along with your X and O
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