Jagged Edge

Jagged Edge - The Way You Talk To Me Extended Lp Version lyrics

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[Da Brat]
 It's scarey  I'm a subsidiary of
 So So Def  next to Jay D
 This funkdafide baby keep 'em crazy
 My mentality happen to be livin' lavish
 With formalities of having the fat shit
 My status is impeccable
 We wreckin' yo crew  the casualty is you
 Jagged Edge coming through
 Remember who

 [JD]
 Hit it  did it something like a thousand times
 Can't stop, can't quit
 Gotta, gotta get mine
 Get yours

 [Da Brat]
 I catch you off guard
 Keep yo dick hard
 Follow the yellow bitch
 To the road to riches
 And if the smoke thickens
 It's to be the beat
 Or it detrimental to your brain
 Choakin' off Mary Jane
 A.T. Lanta insane
 Came and kept it wetter than Niagra
 The main dame who maintain to stay platinum, yeah, aww

 [Jagged Edge]
 We talking, me touchin' you and your body
 We even talkin' 'bout you and your other guys
 I like it when you tell me what you'd do if I was with you
 I like it cuz you have nothin' to hide

 1 - The way that you talk to me
 The things that you say to me
 You got my body girl
 Have your way with me
 I'm tellin' you now
 There's something about
 Girl, I can't live without
 The way you talk to me

 We talking 'bout dreams you have about you and I
 You tell me things I did to you once I got up inside
 You make me look forward to the future
 Wanna have a wife and kid
 Cuz all the time that I been gettin' around
 I never felt like this, yeah

 I know you know baby, how much I love you
 I love you, you love me, and I know
 Baby, I know, whoa, yeah, whoa
 When I call yo name

 [JD]
 It's all about the pu-punani-nani
 And mo' money
 With me pink bunny and the G
 You just in the D J.E. era
 Chromed out carreras
 Sex, booze and the nonstop I flow wit cheddar
 Gimme some Christal, a sip or so
 You can send the Mo' back
 The type that walk up in the club screamin'
 Where the ho's at
 Tracks stay steaming, keep your floors packed
 Diamonds stay gleeming and you're no match
 For me and my faculty
 Actually all y'all are whacked to me
 Send me some some true playa's, with true rank
 Don't give a damn what you think
 Make a bet and I'll stop yo' bank, baby
 You dress jiggy, body bomdigi
 Then it's a possiblity that you and I can get busy
 What chu wanna do, shit
 I got a pocket full of rubbers, and Jay E. do too

 Repeat 1

 Make you scream Papa
 You the best da da

 Repeat until fade
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Language: English

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