Jim Jones, Chico DeBarge - Spanish Fly lyrics

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

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

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 fuckin (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 shit like Punky Brewster (what?)
And she never met a thug looser
Star nigga 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 sex
Niggas beepin my phone to ask me
Did I get her yet

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 pass you the smoke
Smack your ass when you walk
When fuckin I grab and you joke
(Have sex at night) As we lay and we chill
Your crib, nice apartment
Who's payin the bills
This type of shit'll get you
Sprayed and you killed
(That's that Harlem shit) Like?
Shot in "Paid in Full"
This is not a movie script
Some of my truest shit selfish premonition
Out of sight I'm out of mind
When this nigga 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
Niggas beepin my phone to ask me
Did I get her yet