Testo I Got What You On - Blackstreet
Testo della canzone I Got What You On (Blackstreet), tratta dall'album Finally
Yo, yo, yo
Hoe, hoe, hoe
No, no, no
You, you, you
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, me, me, me
Me, me, me
Can't you see, see, see
Can't let go
I got what you want, girl
Baby, I'm hearing too much industry
Things that are supposed to be
Kept between just you and me, baby
Honey, I'm sick and tired of all of this
I think it's time I handle it
Trip and flip and get down with, baby
I got you a drop top Benz with a buggy
I thought it was enough to keep it tight
I guess I was wrong 'cause you're out tonight, flossing
With your girlfriends, Tina, Pam and what's her name
Girlfriends, they don't play the same
You don't know I got what you want, girl
Yo, yo, yo
I never really thought you was a hoe, hoe
That's really not the way I know, know
Why you wanna play with my dough, dough
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, me, me
Why you wanna be with me, me
Girl, why can't you see, see
I can't let go
I got what you want, girl
You say that something's missing
Tell me what you missing
You say you need to flex and that's all right
But tell me where you was last night
You're thinking with too much time on your hands
You surely need to double up his dance
The way he spread that, oh girl, is it like that?
Your actions too carefree, relaxed and
I'm kicking up the money where you want it and
You're stepping out again with your hair so right
Skirt so high and fitting it tight
You're out here running like a dope fiend
Girl, why can't you just see?
You don't need to go
'Cause I've got what you want, girl
Yo, yo, yo
I never really thought you was a hoe, hoe
That's really not the way I know, know
Why you wanna play with my dough, dough
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, me, me
Why you can't be with me, me
Tell me why can't you see, see
You can't let go
I've got what you want, girl
I keep you properly styled in a ladies strip
Prada, crocodile or gator shit
Eyes popping out the Benz, you know the latest whip
Taking you and your girlfriends shopping, that player shit
Keep a pocket full of dough, safe full of stacks
Got a big ass crib with a lake in the back
And that's yours to the wig, wait, let me take that back
Get out of line and I'm taking it back
I just copped a 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 diving board
My crib look like something out the Robb 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
'Cause I can play Calgon and take it all away, okay
Yo, yo, yo
I can't believe my eyes that you a hoe, hoe
That's really not the way that I know, know
Why you wanna play with my dough, dough
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, me, me
Why you can't be with me, me
Tell me why can't you see, see
I can't let go
I got what you want, girl
Yo, yo, yo
Hoe, hoe, hoe
That's not the way I know you
Know, know
Why you take my dough, baby?
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, me, me
Why can't you be with me, me?
Oh baby, can't you see?
Can't let go
I got what you want, girl
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Jay Williams, Edward Theodore Riley, Chauncey Andre Hannibal, Sherri Marisa Blair, Davel Mckenzie, Dwight Grant
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