Free Murda - I Don't Know lyrics

[Chorus: ?] I don't know, exactly I want But if you ask, I'll say it's nothing Cuz I need it... The family, that is what you did for me It's the most beautifullest thing And girl, I need it... [Free Murda] Girl, you see Free, cruising down Myrtle Cutie with a booty, Murda want to Earth to you Duty color Gucci, down to the first two Get groovy in a kuffi, ma, don't want to hurt you I want fire, I demand that purple To make me get higher than the pants on Urkel We listen to Mariah, play Kells when I work you You heard my Oscar Meyer ring bells like church do Watch I crash 'em, but not raw doggy dog Pull out the Magnum, it gon' be a forty-four Yo, I'm high as sh**, toss up that Remy, ma I hope you ride stick, ain't talking your rented car Tired of my chips, going to the titty bar I'd rather you in my whip, blowing through the city, ma I'm like uh, give it to me shorty Ain't nice like Santa, give it to me naughty [Chorus] [Free Murda] Trying to take you to that Montecarlo Mavado, tell me that it's time to depart, yo Out of N.Y., mami vene Qui, it's me, mami can I Rub on your skin like lotion, I'm open Like a store in the morning, I'm home and Right in my 36-36 E.V.'s is where the dirty miss, I need you Raw and please you, I hope that it's lethal Like me higher than a math sign, I hope we equal Towards paparazzi, a 'k**a cam' like Rico Know I'm tryin' to get 'paid in full' off people Like me, it's in the game, ma On you like Tai Chi, even bought you a ring, ma I don't sing, ma, but I rap Your hips is like Busta, I make it clap [Chorus] [Free Murda] I wanna call you when I want to, see you when I need you Ain't no other dude could treat you like Free do Girl I'm cool, even gave you keys to The AMG, come, hang with me And we can smoke that la-la-la-la, like Jay-Z I want me a ride or die, lady Something like E-V-E, whoe'll hide the A.V In her purse, she ain't tired or lazy Damn, you so fine, we can do dinner and sip on fine wine I don't swing, girl, get that out your mind, a flat waistline Let me hit that from behind, my style genuine I'm a Brooklyn baby, bump and grind, have your hair Looking crazy, I do that on the regular Her milkshake make the boys wanna go to bed with her Said alot of things that I wish I never said to her [Chorus 2X]