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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Fiend
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Master P
Künstler:in
Mac
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Master P
Komponist:in
Ernie Isley
Komponist:in
O'Kelly Isley Jr.
Komponist:in
C. Jasper
Komponist:in
Richard Jones
Komponist:in
Mckinley Phipps Jr.
Komponist:in
Ronald Isley
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Darryl For Beats By The Pound
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[Verse 1]
Do that to one of those tenderonies
And, uh, that mean you tryin' 2 do something
I'm tryin' 2 do something, y'all feel that?
[Verse 2]
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear
And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'
I'ma be real with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear
And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'
I'ma be blunt with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something
[Verse 3]
Maybe it's the bud in me or the thug in P
Got these ghetto hotties wanna putting they love in me
I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated
Screamin', No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it
Relax, shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger
Come close to a ****, let the P seduce ya
Work it like a Solo Flex, say you need a ruff-neck
Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex
[Verse 4]
I want you to open your legs as wide as you could
So I can hit you from the back with this nickel-plated wood
Up and down like a rollercoaster
From your stomach to your back, let a gangsta poke ya
I ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got my straps
Nine months later, we ain't bustin' no caps
Crispy clean, no strings attached
Little bump and grind, miss thang, is you with that?
[Verse 5]
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear
And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'
I'ma be real with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear
And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'
I'ma be blunt with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something
[Verse 6]
I heard you want a real man
So won't you lay up there and give me the chance
I ain't sayin' romance, girl, but you got can be enhanced
I'm matured enough and I ain't 'proach you for nothin'
And the reason I came up off me 'cause you workin' with somethin'
Now I done had a lil' herb and I done built the nerve
On top of that, my head tight from everything the bar serve
I'm pitchin' 'cause your curves got me wantin' to slide home
And prove that I could flip other things besides zones
[Verse 7]
Tell your girls you're gone, baby, you gots to roam
Who leavin' with fiends, he get it on, get it on
You could make me moan, so you up for screwin' me
Please use ingenuity when you doin' me
Damn, your dress in blues, with your matchin' hat and shoes
Pretty legs but knees gon' get bruised
Neither one get used, and you cut the bullshits and bluffin's
Straight to the point, shorty, look, I'm tryin 2 do something
[Verse 8]
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear
And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'
I'ma be real with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear
And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'
I'ma be blunt with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something
[Verse 9]
Back stage at the concerts, you're peepin'
You wanted me to see you and I'm thinkin' about creepin'
Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone
Hotel booked and I don't wanna be alone
Maybe it's the tone got me visualizin' this song
Camouflage love all night, makin' me moan
Thug passion, in the backseat rippin' off your fashion
Run and tell your girls 'bout your night with the assassin
[Verse 10]
I'm here tonight and the vibe is right
Red and blue lights are glowin' over Brian McKnight
But tomorrow's my flight and I'll be outta your sight
Take my address down so you can write
But for now lets do somethin'
Fuck the frontin' and the talkin'
My dogs just about barkin'
Take your outfit off and put the soldier shit on
And go to war with me
Pager number's on the desk, hit me when you're tryin 2 do something
[Verse 11]
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear
And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'
I'ma be real with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something
Say black, the eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear
Written by: C. Jasper, Ernie Isley, Master P, Mckinley Phipps Jr., O'Kelly Isley Jr., Richard Jones, Rudolph Isley