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Big Daddy Kane ~ Change This Game Around
| It's that number one hip-hop tramp, to get your thong damp I put it down till you girls catch a cramp, Take a little trip with the smoothest guy walkin' Usually my fault in, girls wreckless eyeballin Attraction is magnetic, they come and get it Game is all natural, yours is synthetic So while you sittin' there tryin' to get your words straight I bag more dimes than workers at the herb gate Use tight D, on top of tight G Want it done rightly, girlfriend invite me I foresee what you hoping, And say the right thangs to get you open, then I get you open Lay it down from nighttime until the A.M. Watch how I play ‘em, lay ‘em and then fillet ‘em In the kingdom I hit it like lottery Baby you gotta see, the Brooklyn prodigy Chorus It's plain to see, your game is tight enough for me I jus can't keep my cool, I just gotta let it be And now you're in the zone And I'm sure when you play on That the way you put it down Is gonna change this game around Verse 2 Sharp P-I till I return to the essence Making my presence, glow like florescence I come around and get it like hot peas and butter Drop these and got her, that Kane he's a mother The God don't minimize, I enterprise, when I rise In the thighs, make ‘em see doubles like geminis So, bring it on me no sweat it But you talk that Lil' Kim talk to me and end up bowlegged Give it to you good upon the mattress 6 million ways to get yo' back twist No theatrics when the Kane approach Put you in more positions than a football coach Pimpin' ain't easy but we don't knock it do we Instead we spend chips, get fly, rockin jewelry Walk through the club with the girls lockin to me It's all love in here baby now sock it to me. Chorus Verse 3 I don't discriminate they come upon ease Asians, Haitians, even the mommies Please lowdown stankin', plus Jamaican girl bangin' Them call me yard boy cause them seen something hangin' Never do I waste that, I put my face at, a place that In case I wanna taste that Comfort specialist, is as easy as this Ah miss, yeah duke you better hold your on to her wrist I start roamin like car phones, and Just can't control my hormones and I make a move on a ten, and go and get a friend So I can put my man in While you sittin' there drinkin', that glass of Cris I be sittin there thinkin', what's after this Us two, me and you is what's happenin' Bodily in heat like an African (O.K.) more free lyrics |