[Intro: sample (Solomon Childs)] I need you... in a desperate way All the girl, I've met, were so full of play (uh) Your brown eyes, converted me (son, son, you see her right there) And let me know (aww she's right) That you're the right girl for me (I'm feelin' her, right there, son) (Man, I gotta go talk to her, son, hold on for a minute, son) [Solomon Childs] Excuse me, what's good, girl? You look familiar Was you on the Ron G. ski trip in '95 I see you 'round the way, pushin' you mans Q-45 And watch you and your home girls, get excited From the blunt smoking, in the Escalade, sittin' on 25's By the way, where you from? (get 'em) and can I come? You gigglin' baby, at the same time, jigglin' baby You like, I like in Queens, don't laugh But my sisters used to call me a tomboy And I was born in Providence, small neighborhood Ain't much not, and use to date Pretty Lou from the Lost Boyz So captivated by the way you walk, so caught up by the way you talk Just could imagine, how you scream and moan, a** big as Miss Jones [Interlude: Solomon Childs (sample) So I'm sayin', you think we can get together? Spend a little time with each other and maybe you could (be my girl) I mean, damn ma, look at how we look together (be my girl) It's like the way you smilin' right now, you got a brother over (be my girl) I'm tellin' you, we could probably start somethin' new out this (be my girl) I'm tellin' you, man [Solomon Childs] White snow and the alpine, the kid glide With a gangsta slide, and your beautiful eyes We could be the next hottest thing (you know) Since Pebbles and L.A. Reid, NorthFace snow suits With custom made Menolo ski's First of all girl, I know you need 24-7 time (it's only right) But I'm a hustler, man, I play the blocks too much And know how you yearn for a thugs touch Crazy, as gorgeous as you is, you don't even ask for much A Corona with a lemon and a Dutch (right) Pina Coladas when the beach get hot Cover girl, you got my stomach all caught up in knots Street rebel or not, put it like this We got somethin' called Ghetto Love insurance So you keep it faithful to your boo And your boo, will keep faithful to you [Outro: Solomon Childs (sample)] And then maybe, you can (be my girl) I'm tellin' you ma, your home girls is even gonna like me (be my girl) Even your moms, your aunties, your nana (be my girl) They all gonna dig us, they gon' like how we look (be my girl) They gonna know what's up with the chemistry (be my girl) For real, so I'm sayin', so I'm sayin', so I'm sayin' (be my girl) (Be my girl, be my girl I need you... in a desperate way All the girl, I've met, were so full of play Your brown eyes, converted me And let me know, that you're the right girl for me)