Lyrics: Abs. Abstract Theory. What You Got.

Y'know
I got a girl but, still

Hit the block around twenty to nine
Checkin' my girl but then I see this girl lookin' fine, so I
Asked her if she wouldn't mind
Could you tell me your name and what you're doin' tonight?

Body like nothin' I seen
She's tellin' me she's on the cover of GQ magazine
(Is that right?)
Tellin' me she had to go
So I dropped her at the spot in my four by four

So I told her
I can't be late
The girl's takin' up my time
Had to hit her with a line

So I told her
I can't wait to freak
See you at the same time next week
She said

Baby give me what you got
'Cos I'm everything that's she's not
Love is all I bring
In my khaki suit and ting

So honey leave your girl at home
With your car keys, mobile phone
Love is all I got
All the things that make you hot

Got my woman crazy on the phone
She's talkin' 'bout why the fuck my ass ain't at home
Had to tell her I was stuck
In some brand new business, I was all tied up

Told the girl I was late, I had to rhyme
I got to be backstage at a quarter past nine
Tellin' me to change my mind
She's like Britney Spears baby hit me one more time

So I told her
I can't be late
The girl's takin' up my time
Had to hit her with a line

So I told her
I can't wait to freak
See you at the same time next week
She said

Baby give me what you got
'Cos I'm everything that's she's not
Love is all I bring
In my khaki suit and ting

So honey leave your girl at home
With your car keys, mobile phone
Love is all I got
All the things that make you hot

So I told her
I can't be late
The girl's takin' up my time
Had to hit her with a line

So I told her
I can't wait to freak
See you at the same time next week
She said

Baby give me what you got
'Cos I'm everything that's she's not
Love is all I bring
In my khaki suit and ting

So honey leave your girl at home
With your car keys, mobile phone
Love is all I got
All the things that make you hot

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