Mr. Cheeks - You Can Get It lyrics

[35 seconds of ad-libbing to start] [Hook: Soul IV Real] If you want it you can have it Baby come and get it I'll be right here waiting for you (Take your time, everything'll be fine) If you need it you can get it Anyway you want it I'll be right here waiting for you [Heavy D] Uhh, straight off the top, I refuse to stop Chicks cling when I do my thing I got it locked Officially, I'm yo' big belly da-ddy Technically, you don't need to be with nobody but me Ha-va-na ci-gar, Ja-mai-can ni-gga 6 Benz, Cartier tint lens, what? I dig yo' steez, knock knees, trunk full Body all lumped up, lifestyle Trumped up Platinum blonde, hazel eyes chinky Diamond on the pinky, skin bronze, you with me? She, good'n'plenty, Benz E-320 Me, I pull over, drop that red Range Rover Shorty was milkshake thick, sportin silk, mink and She had it sewn, flowin on her own She's the type of girl to put her crew on the map Anything you want, don't wet that, you can get that [Hook] [Mr. Cheeks] Now let me speak about this chick I call hotter than a flame Seen her chattin with this dame, I had to go and get her name She with her friends, they at the bar gettin they drinks on Outfit's off the hook with ice gold links on Way the skirt is fittin black, who hittin that I'm kickin game up in my head steadily sittin back (I feel ya) Now I'm think in the attempt to attack the Shorty that I'm lookin at that's lookin at me But soon enough I get my nerve up {?} pa**es me a drink as Pretty Lou he sparks the herb up I'm with my Uptown team, makin noise Heavy D, Soul IV Real and Lost Boyz Now I feel it's time to go and get my try on And take shorty home that I got my eye on Anything that you want you can catch that Like my man said, don't sweat that [Hook] [Heavy D] By the way mama Last night the club was tight, shorty's dead right But you stood out the most, so I had to play you close Nuttin less than, black essence, your presence real strong Dudes all around you frontin hard, gettin they trick on I ain't mad, I just watch you gas 'em up, then I watch you pa** 'em up Then I step up, now look, you shook You stuck, what's yo' name, what's yo' digits, what'chu drinkin My treat and when they steppin you get swept up off yo' feet My mission, first position, backs I twist 'em listen Ain't no-bo-dy, like Hea-vy The all-star, dapper rapper In conjunction with the funk that keep it blazin out they trunks What'chu want, sky's the limit, I live it, now is you wit it Slow flow, Poconos style, I mean I'm chillin Top billin, anything you want, anything you need Don't wet that boo, you can get that true [Hook] - to fade w/ variations and ad libs