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I put it down for the LBC

(I put it down for a place called Queens)

You know I represent the 213

(I hold it down for the big city)

I keep it gangsta for all my young g's

(All the P-Y-T's with they own car keys)

I put it down for all the ladies

Ladies

Its all about you

I tried to look the other way

But there you passed me by

I saw you holding Q Tips hand

And girl I damn near died

They way you hold that cosmo

Just fits you to a tee

But I just wish that you was sitting

Right next to me

I wonder what was God's mind

The day that he made you

I know he wrote a new commandment

After he was through

But every time I see you

I find something new

But I just gotta have you

I really want you

I just gotta have you

I really want you

I just gotta have you

Me and nephew snoop was eating

At the serving spoon

And my partner skin it back

Was sitting with us too

And all of a sudden

Your body was inside

I couldn't finish breakfast

Now something just aint right

Now snoop was looking like

What the hell is wrong with you

I said I know you understand

Youve been through a few

But this one was special

A special to me

Is it my imagination killing me

Girl, you you you yeah

All I ever want is you

I just got to have you

Now all I really want is you

You

I can't fake it no more

I can't take it no more

I need you in my life for sure

My wife for sure

No turning back

It's on and crackin'

Pure satisfaction

Girl that's what's haps

(rap)