Phenomenon Lyrics

Baby girl was draped in Chanel
Said she loves Tu Pac but hates L.L
Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe-rings
She could take a prince, turn him into a king

I was lookin' at her in the limelight, pearly whites
Said the man gets paper but he don't live right
All these emotions flowin' inside the club
Do you really wanna thug, or do you wanna love?

She get's the paper when it's time to get it
She keeps these clowns thinkin' like Chappaquittik
Honey-smoked, make a click-feelin in they throat
No joke, all these love letters they wrote

Behind every player is a true playette
bounce you up outta there
push ya, check
Taster's choice, have it nice and moist
or play paper games and flaunt the rolls royce

Somethin' like a phenomenon...
Somethin' like a phenomenon...
Somethin' like a phenomenon...
Somethin' like a phenomenon...

Somethin' like a phenomenon...( go head daddy)
Somethin' like a phenomenon...(go head daddy)
Somethin' like a phenomenon...(go head daddy)
Somethin' like a phenomenon...( Ooohh, Mr. Smith)


It was king of seduction, cop a suction
now she with a cat that works construction
i wanna starve her with the paper, abuse her mind
Dis a new lover when you know it's on-line

This off-track, lap-dance, it's got to stop
you play out your chick cuz your game is hot
I did it too, italian-iced my whole crew
Peace bangin' off my chest till I'm black and blue

You're beefin', yellin on my cell about six
You're reachin', then i heard the cordless click
Now you're club-hoppin, keep the chris-style boppin
Use my chips and take the next man shoppin'

Hell no, you must be out your mind
get you on your knees and your elbows
each and every time
That's why i love you, mommy you run your mouth
Throw your legs over the bed, baby work me out

Chorus

It was all souped up, I played it just right
Mommy i was full-blown, my game was air-tight
I needed to switch up, and get it in gear
It's a whole new movie, a world premiere (yeah)

Keep it jinglin', no more minglin'
a brand new year, me and you could bring it in
I was sick and tired of the freakin', night to morn
Bonin' in the mirror with my cuban's on

Let bygones be bygones, no more games
hope all the chickenheads go up in flames
Now we in the brand new mansion with the lake in back
you got it all figured out mommy, i like that

Collect chips, cop his and her whips
to waste a quarter-mil on clothes is sick
but you worth it, playgirl, it's real in the feel
Say what you want but keep your lips sealed

Chorus repeat out