Harlem World, Kelly Price, Ma$e - I Really Like It lyrics

You make me feel it's the real thing girl!
Talk about it, talk about it
What you want, huh?

One two, one two yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
One two, one two hah hah hah
One two, one two yeah, yeah yo, yo, yo

Yo, nowadays girls be out for
The money and things
But to me it's all sweet
When I'm runnin' my game
I give 'em nothing but game till
It's stuck in their brain
So once it's stuck in they brain
Yeah my funnin' began i'm in the want-ad
Lookin' for a special woman
That's gonna gimme what I need
Anytime I want it i take a cruise to Aruba
I'll bring you wit me
Then let you float out on the beach
With the string o' yo' "G"
I need a pretty momma
Silly momma, diddy poppa
Like that go to Great
Adventure in they mini-chopper
That get her own chips, push her own six
And make me do my sit's when I finish my dips

1 - I like it, I like it
I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But, you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it i really really like it
You want it and you know it
But, you play hard to get boy

Yo, real chicks do real things
Like find a man wit' a
Deal that still wanna sling
Always speak my mind whenever I feel things
Probably got no wings but I'mma still swing
And my real chicks feel what I mean
Am I right? Am I tight?
Do this chick bring it to the light
Is my body so right I
Could even attract a dyke
Uh Baby Stase, uh Baby Stase
While you was lovin' John Doe
I copped a condo
While you was layin' backs down
I was layin' tracks down
I see it for a fact now, it's intact now
It's no need to beef, it's my turn to eat
Bring the drama to a cease
Cars I don't lease
I push a Green Z-3, watch a screen TV, what
I'mma forever rise rings be tetra-size
Girls be petrified it's a heavy meza-ride

Yeah kid Harlem on the rise all Out, All Out
Yo, you better do what I say yo
Get this through your head-o
Long time comin', but waitin for my date-o
My man Blake-o
Leave the scene hardly awake-o
If he could take three shots
He could take four i'm on the low though
But wit a lot of dough tho'
And I hate a smart chick givin' me a dodo
That gimme mo' pleasin', and mo' reason
Just to lay up in Cali in the Four Season
Wit' a chick half Black, half Indonesian
Appalachian, I know this sound unbelievin'
Switch the rim's on the
Benz every four seasons
Open up a new account just to through G's in
Got Blink chick follow me for no reason
And my girl stick around if
She know I'm cheatin', what

Harlem World, Harlem World the clique
Harlem World the clique, come on now

Yeah kid Harlem on the rise
And you don't want no problem with us guys
All Out, All Out, All Out
M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, yeah baby Stase
Cardan
Loon, Meeno, Huddy Combs, Blinky Blink
Yeah, yeah kianna, Stason
Yeah, yeah cuda Love
Black Fred me Chico
Wha-what what what what jM
Lil' Cease kim
Cristal b-Rock
Gutter what the what the, uh
You don't stop ruff Ryder, DMX, L-O-X
Bad Boy, yeah so-So Def
JD, Free, yeah, M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, all out