Needlz - Special lyrics

[Intro : Dr. Dre + The Game] Aw man! Aye Game, don't tell me you love her I mean I like the b**h, I don't love her Next thing you know you gon' be all boo-boo'd up with her and sh** f** that! [Hook: Nate Dogg] x2 Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special Man it's easy to see you're special to me Whether we lovers or friends, we'll always be I want you to know, you're special [Verse 1: The Game] L-A-X to J-F-K, that's where it all happened Caught you walkin out that Gucci store in Manhattan I was in chains and cuffs, you was wit'cha girls I was in that Aftermath chain, you was in pearls It was me against the world baby girl; you had dreams of stardom The Prince of Compton meets the Queen of Harlem First date at Mr. Chao's it was kosher, I wore culture The fur, the Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, Dolce You're runnin circles in my living room, tearin up sofas McLaren or Rover, f** it ma let's tear up the highway Let the Sprewells spin 'til the plates fall off Then we can go one-on-one in Dre's house Jeans painted with the waist cut out, you rock 'em the fly way That lil' bit of Compton mixed with Bed-Stuy way And girl, I'm not tryin to excite you, I'm tryin to wife you Bamboo earring, white Air Nike you, yeah [Hook] [Verse 2: The Game] I like your style, like the way you move, the way you talk The way you smile, the way you swingin them hips when you walk The way you look, the way you ride when you workin them thighs The way you lickin your lips when you look in my eyes You down for me? I'm down for you You go down on me, I'll go down on you I wanna do all the things that your man won't do I'm from the hood, so I know how to handle you Keep you in pink rocks and G-Unit canvas shoes Show you how to gangsta lean when the Lambo move I'll take you to New York City, Atlanta too Show you how to fly them birds and them hammers through And you know [Hook] [Verse 3: The Game] Let me tell you 'bout the birds and bees How I stand on the block all day and flip birds and ki's Your boyfriend don't like me, cause he don't get a fourth of my cheese And you can take back the Porsche and his keys Hop in the Range Rover, you ain't gotta force him to leave I got a chrome four-four in my jeans You got Gucci frames coverin the mark on your face Cause he don't want you to leave, and I don't want you to stay Sometimes I wanna snatch that n***a out his CLK I know he treatin you the way K-Ci did Mary J I wanna, ease your pain, kick off your Louis sandals Let me, wipe your tears with my G-Unit bandana You make me wanna peel you out them jeans when you rockin them It's "Me & My Girlfriend" like 2Pac and them Jay-Z and Beyonce, or Bobby and Whitney We the 0-5 Bonnie and Clyde, feel me? [Hook]