Bonnie & Shyne

[Shyne]In front of Gucci in the winter, I seen ya witcha girlJust walkin' uh - in ya chinchilla furI was laid up - in the coupe back shade upLookin' at cha face, just pure wit no make upA little bit a mac lip gloss, hair in a bun well doneLookin' for a ring, I seen noneSo I hopped out the coupeIn hot pursuitTo stop and introduceLike I'm Shyne, and you?, you my destinyAnd ya diamond cluster, to much just to touch yaPerfume down to ya structureThink I'll wait til the 2nd night to fuck yaI wanna marry you, nah I'm just playinBut we can start wit a few nights out in Malibu surfinPlayin' up on PersiansHere's my numberPut in ya purse and call meChorus:[Barrington Levy]On the telephone, she heard my voiceTell me to pick her up in my Rolls RoyceIf my Rolls Royce is for ladiesThen girl I'm gonna take you in my MercedesIf my Mercedes will not fill up wit the diseaseThen girl I'm gonna take you in my FirebirdIf Firebird cannot take the curbGirl put your ass in da damn metro bus[Shyne]I'm gettin' closerMy player days is overWell maybe not completely, but stay alarmedCome here huss ya head on my bedAnd let me get between ya legsLay on ya back, uh - take it from the backLike a bad girl suppose to, I know you like thatScream wake the neighbors when they sleepGrab the sheets witcha teethWiggle ya butt cheeksQuarter styles over ya body, lick you upTreat you like a convenient store, stick you upTake you to the balcony, pick you upSo you can look at the city, while I'm diggin' ya kittyThen we drivin' to the sunsetPull over, get up on the hood ma I ain't done yetChorus[Shyne] (Barrington Levy)We've been together for a few months nowDid it all four seasons to the TrumpBeverly Hills bungalowsIn ya undercloseIn Paris, Eiffel TowerBubble baths and showersIn a silindo sheen, sincere is what you seenSee me flip a couple things, go to magazinesAnd I - I think you might be the right one whoa(the right one)Wait press the brakes, gotta investigateWhat I do know - to you it don't matterWhether my pockets is slim or fatterWhether it's BBQs or Mr.Chow's platterEven if I slip off the success ladderEven if the paragraphs didn't hit the charts and smashIf my car was a train not a Silver SeraphI think you'll be right there(know you'll be right there)Cuz we right there, no Cartier charmsJust you in my armsNo Chandon, just a bottle of evian come on, unhChorus[Barrington Levy]So I draw from my tonic and I take one sipShould've seen me cuz I gallop like a horse'll get whippedCome quick yeahhhhhhhhh, come quick whoaaaaaaaaaaCuz she'll wild out and not tell on herAlthough someone changed, wanna when I'll be backI'ma love love love love love love you foreverOhiAlways be there - for meAlways be thereBe there for meOhhhhhhhhh,ayahAyah, ayah, ayah, ayahOhhhhhhhhhFor me, for me