Blackstreet

Blackstreet - I Got What You On lyrics

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[Blackstreet]:
 Yo, yo
 Ho, ho
 No, no
 You don't go
 Yo, be, be
 Me, me
 Can't you see, see
 Can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl

 Baby, I'm hearing too much in the street
 Things aren't at they supposed to be
 Kept it between just you and me, baby (go)
 Honey, I'm sick and tired of all of this
 I think it's time I handled it
 Tripping, flipping, get down with, baby (go)
 I've got to, a drop-top Benz with the Buggy eye
 Thought it was enough to keep it right
 I guess it was wrong cuz you out tonight, flossin' (go)
 With your girls
 Nina, Pam and what's-her-name
 Girlfriend, they don't play the same
 You don't know
 I got what you on, girl

 Yo, yo
 I never really thought you was a ho, ho
 That's not really the way I go, go
 Why you wanna play with my dough, dough
 Yo, yo, yo
 Yo, be, be
 Why you wanna be
 With me, me
 Girl, why can't you see, see
 I can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl

 Say that something's missin'
 Tell me what you missin' (go)
 Say that you need to flex, that's all right
 But tell me where you was last night (last night, yo)
 I'm thinkin'
 With too much on your hands
 You surely need to cover up, girl, what is it?
 The way you spread that, oh girl
 Is it like that?
 Your actions, two can't really relaxin'
 I'm kickin' out the money when you want it (yo)
 You steppin' out the Benz with your hair so right (yo)
 Skirt so high and so tight
 You out gettin' it like a dope fiend
 Girl, why can't you just see?
 You told me to go
 Cuz I've got what you on, girl

 Yo, yo
 I never really thought you was a ho, ho
 That's not really the way I go, go
 Why you wanna play with my dough, dough
 Yo, yo, yo
 Yo, be, be
 Why you can't be with me, me
 Tell me why can't you see, see
 You can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl

 [Beanie Siegal]:
 I keep you properly styled in the latest shit
 Pradda, crocodile or gator's shit
 Eyes poppin' out the Benz, you now the latest shit
 Takin' you and your girlfriends shoppin' at player's shit
 Keep a pocket full of dough, save for the stats
 Got a big fuckin' crip with a lake in the back
 And as yours to the wig, wait, let me take that back
 Get outta line, and I'ma take that back
 I just cock the six, you don't gotta car hop
 I got a cellar full of Cris, you don't gotta bar hop
 I got an indoor pool with a divin' board
 My crip look like somethin' outta The Rile Report
 Laced you, twenty karats, ten in each ear
 I can take you places, you ain't been nowhere
 It could be gone tomorrow, but it's here today
 Cuz I could play towl on 'em and take it all away
 You ok?

 Yo, yo
 I can't believe my eyes your a ho, ho
 It's not really the way that I go, go
 Why you wanna play with my dough, dough
 Yo, yo, yo
 Yo, be, be
 Why you can't be with me, me
 Tell me why can't you see, see
 I can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl

 Yo, yo,
 Take it out, ho, ho
 It's not the way I love you, no, no
 How you take my dough, dough
 Yo, yo, yo
 Yo, be, be
 Why can't you be with me, me
 Well, baby, can't you see, see
 Can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl

 We out
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Interscope Records

Details:

Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Finally (1999)

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