[talking:] Say, listen up mami I need to lace you up, on what you really need Pay attention
[Hook: x2] Say girl, you need a thug in your life These busters, ain't loving you right You need a thug, in your life These busters ain't loving you right
[Lil' Head:] A real thug I be, you ain't gotta check my thug I.D. You can tell by my appearance, and the way I speak Now what you know, about this Texas boy That'll go to the fight sit front row, and place a bet on Roy Be in the clubs, at the back of the bar Cause I'm the type of cat, that keep a forty glock in back of the car Oh I did I mention, that my name was Head You know the same object that you play with, when you lay in my bed You a perfect ten, should I say a dime piece Hiram-Clarke or Braeswood, is where you can find me All gritty and grimey, from steady pacing the block I'm a hustler, either you accept it or not Even though, I live a dangerous life I get what I want at any time, without naming the price You got thug passion, like my nigga Pac said I garuntee you great sex, in even a wide bed come on
You know, that I want you I gotta have you, in this freaky type of way You so fine, you're blowing my mind Can we spend some time, can we so this let's do this Come on come on and give it, give your loving all to me I can fulfill your fantasies, keep it reeeeal I know you want to, I can see it in your eyes Come on come on come on, can we do this let's do this May I just say, you really got it going on And any man in his right mind, they would love to take you home Is it him is it me, wine cooler or Hennessy yeah yeah Come on mami vibe with me, vibe with me
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Head:] I need a down ass broad, that'll ride for me If a nigga go broke, she'll give me a thee If a nigga need work, she'll buy me my cheese You know the type of down broad, that'll pass me her keys Tell a nigga to be careful, when I'm flipping the whip If it's out of town lick, she be taking a brick Come in at any time, she don't bitch bout shit Garunteed a big dealer, and my playa's fixes I know fa sho, that my boo gotta ride with me Like Bonnie and Clyde, we chasing nothing but that currency And if you ain't down move around, let a playa do his thang I need me a gangsta bitch, that's all about her change
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