(CHORUS)
You`re all, I need to get by
(Lie together, cry together
I swear to God
I hope we fuckin die together)
Shorty, I`m there for you
Anytime you need me
For real, girl, it`s me
In your world, believe me
Nuttin make a man
Feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown
That be down for whatever
There are few things
That`s forever, my lady
We can make war
Or make babies
Back when I was nothing
You made a brother feel
Like he was something
That`s why I`m with you
To this day, boo, no fronting
Even when the skies were gray
You would rub me on my back
And say, baby, it`ll be okay
Now that`s real to
A brother like me, baby
Never ever give my cootie away
And keep it tight, aight
And I`m-a walk these dogs
So we can live in a fat ass crib
With thousands of kids
Word life, you don`t
Need a ring to be my wife
Log on to hide ad.
Just be there for me
And I`m-a make sure we
Be living in the effin lap of luxury
I`m realizing that you
Didn`t have to funk with me
But you did, now I`m going all out, kid
And I got mad love to give
You my nigga
You`re all I need to get by
(CHORUS)
Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You were my destiny
With you I`ll spend my time
I`ll dedicate my life
I`ll sacrifice for you
Dedicate my life for you
I got a love jones for
Your body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone
I`m already on the bone
Plus I love the fact
You got a mind of your own
No need to shop around
You got the good stuff at home
Even if I`m locked up
North you in the world
Wrapped in three-fourths of
Cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
It be true me for you that`s how it is
I be your Noah, you be my Wiz
I`m your Mister, you my Mrs
With hugs and kisses
Valentine cards and birthday wishes
Please be on another level
Of planning, of understanding
The bond between man and
Woman and child
The highest elevation cause we above
All that romance crap, just show your love
(CHORUS)
I`m sick of police
Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y`all
And you don`t stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the
Cheeba cheeba y`all, and you don`t stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical
Cheeba cheeba y`all, and you don`t stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical
Mary J. raw, and Meth-Tical
(Like sweet morning dew) yeah, yeah
(I took one look at you} cootie in the chair, Tical
(And it was plain to see) cheeba cheeba y`all
(You were my destiny, baby) cheeba cheeba y`all
Cheeba cheeba y`all, bring it on, yeah
(CHORUS) 2X
What`s that shit that they be smoking
(CHORUS) repeated til end
