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[Verse 1] Everybody's in the major leagues Ain't nobody wanna be straight up I see the hotties on the way to work They be waiting outside the club See Samantha got a glass of wine And in the corner she be laggin' behind To the ladies room to powder her lines She be feeling like dynomite Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed So come move that a**, I know what you wanna do She's looking for a phat wad, lord of a god, you look good Premonitions saved for later cause for now we're understood [Chorus] Yo, my God, you look so fine I can't touch you cause you're bonafide Yo, my God, you look so fine I can't touch you cause you're bonafide A Virginia Slim, can I get in I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep I got hills in the back that are plenty steep And you can do it cause you're bonafide [Verse 2] Yes, all the eyes that be staring at me Is it because I got my Rover outside See, I just don't understand Is it that you think you can play me fly No, I don't think so girl, I've been through it many times before I got a tight pocker book and you know I ain't open it up For no jizzable jazz, how could it passed So come move that a**, I know what you want to do You're lookin' for a phat wad, lord of a god I don't have it for you, so honey baby what you gonna do [Chorus] [spoken] Look into my eyes, tell me what you see I'm not pretentious I invent this vibe that you feel [Chorus]