tha alkaholiks - my dear lyrics
[hook 2x: tha liks – overlaps “p-ssin’ me by” sample first line]
my dear my dear my dear
you do not know me but i know you very well
so let me tell you bout the feelings i have for you
[tash]
listen – it was a quarter past, one – the lights went, low
everybody know the likwid crew’s about to flow
at an alkaholiks everybody go bananas
n-ggas slammin in the pit, b-tches poppin off the cameras
any mic you hand us likwid n-ggas make us k!llers
so we rock the motherf-cker now we back stage – illin
still in, my wet -ss clothes, strikin a pose
n-ggas askin who’s (?) n-gga, mind yo’ rolls
i’m peepin out the hoes turnin up a forty ounce
all y’all women y’all can stay but all y’all n-ggas gotta bounce
i looked across the room and seen this girl about to leave
pretty face big t-tties weave hangin to her sleeve
please believe i rushed her, tash he on attack
gave that b-tch a oo-ooop, the b-tch looked back
i let her hit my cognac, she got buzzed and started wobblin
i asked her what she do, she said videos and modelin
[hook] – 2x
[defari]
you don’t know me, i bone you send you home feelin lonely
you always say, “defari – how come you never hold me? (how come)
how come we don’t go out so i can be your best homie?”
cause i just wanna f-ck; you too god d-mn nosey
play your position, no games, no pretendin
don’t act like you on top when you not badder than these women (nope)
think you a queen, when you really my (?)
always listen to you talk, but me, never sharing
and if i’m sharing never vital information
cause you’d probably snitch you b-tch in a vital situation
now you want my government to floss when you runnin with
your homegirls – stupid, it’s a cold world
i’mma keep it pimpin like goldie and that n-gga slim
alkaholiks, j-ro, tash, e-swift be them
but you don’t know me yet and still you wanna blow me
bust a nut, uh-huh, okay, wh-ssup? shut up!
[hook] – 2x
[j-ro]
you don’t know me you don’t know me you don’t own me always on me
tellin me to drop my forty when i’m chillin with my brodie
while i got the mic i’d like to tell you that you ain’t my type
because my dear you don’t, have the common sense to see the light
my tastes vary; from rats to b-tches n-ggas wanna marry
you won’t share me but you say my baby you will carry
you done went insane, callin me by my name; like
“wh-ssup j?” girl you oughta be shamed
call me j-ro, or daddy, you bad you mistaken
if you thought you had me, twisted like a bad knee
type of cat that won’t call you back, make you bring me cognac
and a whole zone of that, hop yo’ -ss out my lap
f-ck out, you gotta go, quit runnin yo’ mouth
you good for nothin but, layin yo’ -ss all on my couch
it’s cold outside, but you still gotta be out
get out my doorway girl, you lettin all my heat out
.. and that’s real
[pharcyde]
“my dear my dear my dear you do not know me but i know you very well
now let me tell you bout the feelings i have for you”
[hook] – 2x
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