Tha Alkaholiks - My Dear lyrics

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Tha Alkaholiks - My Dear lyrics

[Hook 2X: Tha Liks - overlaps "Pa**in' Me By" sample first line] My dear my dear my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you bout the feelings I have for you [Tash] Listen - it was a quarter past, one - the lights went, low Everybody know the Likwid Crew's about to flow At an Alkaholiks everybody go bananas n***as slammin in the pit, b**hes poppin off the cameras Any mic you hand us Likwid n***as make us k**ers So we rock the motherf**er now we back stage - ILLIN Still in, my wet a** clothes, strikin a pose n***as askin who's (?) n***a, mind yo' rolls I'm peepin out the hoes turnin up a forty ounce All y'all women y'all can stay but all y'all n***as gotta bounce I looked across the room and seen this girl about to leave Pretty face big titties weave hangin to her sleeve Please believe I rushed her, Tash he on attack Gave that b**h a oo-OOOP, the b**h looked back I let her hit my cognac, she got buzzed and started wobblin I asked her what she do, she said videos and modelin [Hook] - 2X [Defari] You don't know me, I bone you send you home feelin lonely You always say, "Defari - how come you never hold me? (How come) How come we don't go out so I can be your best homie?" Cause I just wanna fu*k; you too god damn nosey Play your position, no games, no pretendin Don't act like you on top when you not badder than these women (nope) Think you a Queen, when you really my (?) Always listen to you talk, but me, never sharing And if I'm sharing never vital information Cause you'd probably snitch you b**h in a vital situation Now you want my government to floss when you runnin with Your homegirls - stupid, it's a cold world I'mma keep it pimpin like Goldie and that n***a Slim Alkaholiks, J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift be them But you don't know me yet and still you wanna blow me Bust a nut, uh-huh, okay, wha**up? Shut up! [Hook] - 2X [J-Ro] You don't know me you don't know me you don't own me always on me Tellin me to drop my forty when I'm chillin with my brodie While I got the mic I'd like to tell you that you ain't my type Because my dear you don't, have the common sense to see the light My tastes vary; from rats to b**hes n***as wanna marry You won't share me but you say my baby you will carry You done went insane, callin me by my name; like "Wha**up J?" Girl you oughta be shamed Call me J-Ro, or Daddy, you bad you mistaken If you thought you had me, twisted like a bad knee Type of cat that won't call you back, make you bring me cognac And a whole zone of that, hop yo' a** out my lap f** out, you gotta go, quit runnin yo' mouth You good for nothin but, layin yo' a** all on my couch It's cold outside, but you still gotta be out Get out my doorway girl, you lettin all my heat out .. and that's real [Pharcyde] "My dear my dear my dear you do not know me but I know you very well Now let me tell you bout the feelings I have for you" [Hook] - 2X