Jim Jones - Spanish Fly (feat. Chico Debarge) lyrics

[Jim Jones] I seen it all from a player's eyes (mack) Look at this world from my latest ride (Benz) We knock 'em all if you let this slide (that's right) This how you ball if you a major guy (whoa) With alcohol and a hazy high The city lights in the jaded sky I had this girl, wanna make her mine I can't lie, I was interested in her (what happened) We shared a bed in the club, and even crept to dinner (Miami) It's such a funny situation Cause I knew she had a man in the ave. by reputation (what's what) I get around (okay) I'm just a product of my occupation (so what) I asked her number and she contemplated (what happened) I'm losin patience (uh-huh) and it's startin to get flagrant (so what) Seize the moment or forever regret it Three in the mornin and I'm stressin to catch her (you know I need that) Creepin up on her and applyin the pressure Me and my homey A don't think I can get her, uhh, but [Chorus: Chico DeBarge] It's crazy, smooth ghetto angel so amazin Smokin gettin high with the daisy Thinkin 'bout makin you my lady, maybe You're a bad girl, she say I only want her for my pleasure Slow hit it from the back, I do it better She left me with a kiss and I let her, never sweat her [Jim Jones] You seekin love is watchin movies on and off the stations (hell no) Those commercials was our intermissions (for what) For the {?} and the tongue-kissin (what else) and one instance Turns some heated touchin to some freaky f**in (just get it) My situation is a bit of trouble See this affair is a bit of struggle And my persona and my thuggish morals That was enough to start a lover's quarrel Since she had a man but he wasn't loyal (I hear that) Got loose enough just to open up (then what) It be the mornin 'fore he sober up (twisted) I call the sh** like Punky Brewster (what?) And she never met a thug looser Star n***a party with the snub shooter (bang bang) My thug True is probably posted in back We party hard, get so crazy And we smoke and drink 'gnac (we ain't never scarred) I'm tryin to slide in the night on some smutty s** n***as beepin my phone to ask me did I get her yet [Chorus] [Jim Jones] It's gettin nervous now (why) cause the word in town (was what) Is that your man got the word that we done flirtin 'round In your Beemer merkin 'round (err) foreplay in the hallways So now we hit the house and pull the curtains down (close that curtain) We laugh and we joke, we drink and I pa** you the smoke Smack your a** when you walk, when f**in I grab and you joke (Have s** at night) As we lay and we chill Your crib, nice apartment, who's payin the bills This type of sh**'ll get you sprayed and you k**ed (That's that Harlem sh**) Like {?} shot in "Paid in Full" This is not a movie script, some of my truest sh** Selfish premonition, out of sight I'm out of mind When this n***a gone and missin (play the rules) Wishin she mine, I'm knowin that she'll never be (never be) This'll be fine, the closest that I'll ever be (ever be) I see a chick and she mine, new Goldie of the ghetto B n***as beepin my phone to ask me did I get her yet [Chorus] - to fade