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 I put it down for the LBC
 (I put it down for a place called Queens)
 You know I represent the 213
 (I hold it down for the big city)
 I keep it gangsta for all my young g's
 (All the P-Y-T's with they own car keys)
 I put it down for all the ladies
 Ladies x 3
 Its all about you
 I tried to look the other way
 But there you passed me by
 I saw you holding Q Tips hand
 And girl I damn near died
 They way you hold that cosmo
 Just fits you to a tee
 But I just wish that you was sitting
 Right next to me
 I wonder what was God's mind
 The day that he made you
 I know he wrote a new commandment
 After he was through
 But every time I see you
 I find something new
 But I just gotta have you
 I really want you
 I just gotta have you
 I really want you
 I just gotta have you
 Me and nephew snoop was eating
 At the serving spoon
 And my partner skin it back
 Was sitting with us too
 And all of a sudden
 Your body was inside
 I couldn't finish breakfast
 Now something just aint right
 Now snoop was looking like
 What the hell is wrong with you
 I said I know you understand
 Youve been through a few
 But this one was special
 A special to me
 Is it my imagination killing me
 Girl, you you you yeah
 All I ever want is you
 I just got to have you
 Now all I really want is you
 You
 I can't fake it no more
 I can't take it no more
 I need you in my life for sure
 My wife for sure
 No turning back
 It's on and crackin'
 Pure satisfaction
 Girl that's what's haps
 (Rap)