The Prodigy - Anita lyrics

Yeah, just found out though… I’ll be right back, darling What’s up, gorgeous, beautiful My sweet sister? I spotted you, Out of thousands From out the crowd You were glowing in the dark Your lights spark the most bright Can we conversate? Rapper tastes That’d be alright – Cool My name is P and listen I ain’t tryin’ a G But you’re the most s**y And plus your walk is k**ing me I saw you stressin While I was going on the stage – rapping But you got it twisted Cause you’re the star of this show Hey, let’s get away Bounce to another place Where we can have space to share drinks What’s up ma what you think? Let’s make it happen Is it you about it? Should I forget about it? Should I forget about it, and end it now before I get shot down She replied with those bedroom eyes, that I was the guy She was waiting for, for a very long time I told I was bouncing in the morning at nine Let’s take advantage of the moment, while we still have time Spring colors got you looking like a piece of candy Let me unwrap that and taste that Just give me what you can’t get back Hey, sunshine, we both had a wonderful time But you ain’t gotta stress, I see you when I’m back on the side My friend’s got your girlfriends number We keep in touch, love Hey, don’t you hate it when girl loves? She’s wanna be – more hugs and kisses? I ain’t with it I like a chick. When she only wants to did it She get it Then I send her to my dunn’s room for his sh**, past still Coach, bag and belt We like ’em thick We only love ’em when they comin out they outfit, [?] And love ’em most when they swallowing or some erotic sh** P that type that have a lady-cop take off a gun-belt Work magic with a female It’s only real, I be felt It’s hard not to Cold hearted dimes got to Melt down and show me proper Cause when I speak it’s like pimp When he built a stable And when I boom boom I tranq them I turn them straight thun And leave them spun like how the earth’s supposed to do P play the sun and how you heat it when I make moves Cause I never sleep with it I’m not your hubby f** around Close my eyes and wake up – with no money Baby mothers keep throwing numbers at me Told me to page her I told them my call was all threes She used to say “infamous” Was her man’s favorite CD Her daughter’s dad driving everywhere – bumping on me Every third day on week I knock his lady down to sleep Climax it, sneaking out the room listening It ain’t my fault Take your pain out on your man I’m only being myself