I saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top

I told her recognize game when it’s in your face
She started dipping to the beat and feeling the bass

Cause girl, you’re on my mind
Don’t stop, now’s the time
Young tender, would you be mine

We can get freaky in the right situation
But I'm a let you know that tricking ain’t my occupation

I’m a player, looking to be chose
I keep it way too real so you know how it goes

You want flowers, I’ll buy your ass a rose
But later on you’ll be coming out them pantyhose

Cause this is where you need to be
Tell Paula and Janet, tonight you leaving with me

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Cause, Life Is Too Short, but I ain’t tripping
Baby we could be getting it, don’t fight the feeling
Lets get in, where we fit in and later for the rest
Tonight it’s all about you
I’m your special request
Oh, special request
Baby you’re my
Special request
Special request
Turn me on your radio
Turn me on your radio

Don’t stop, just call it verse two
Tonight it’s going down, won’t you come on through

Not your average, everyday, same old or out dated
This raw (this raw), uncut, x-rated

And I ain’t like the lames and they played out ways
It’s like comparing Mickey D’s to Kwikways

That ain’t me, I’m from the old school
I play an instrumental, get some wine and we cool

I’ll be a fast talking con man, blowing your mind
Freak you and your girlfriend at the same time
(Ooh you got a dirty mouth
You nasty and that’s what I’m talking about)

I’m an Oaktown mack and it’s like that
So Let’s do it again, after my show
I’m in East Oakland, won’t you slide on through
I’ll put on some old Short and give you something to ride to
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