Big Daddy Kane

Big Daddy Kane - Change This Game Around lyrics

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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
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Author: Big Daddy Kane

Composer: ?

Publisher: The Label Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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