(Thes One)
Yo I think this time I've found a shorty for me
We talk a lot take walks a lot she doesn't bore me
In fact she won't ignore me when I'm speakin music matters
She's intelligent fly style flatters
My own style chickens scatter when she floats through the club
Child matters
Love I'm thinkin
I met her one night drinkin I suggested a show
She walked up and said "I know you
You're from the P-U, T-S, I think your name is Thes too,"
Would you like a soda, I'm underage
Slipped her my number, tipped away
And said give me a page later
In typical latin lady flavor she said "maybe,
??? que si" That's how it should be
And see she played me close, next night dinner,
The champagne toast, sunset pacific coast,
And mostwhile, everything to me was like tight groovy
Always a treat, man, she took me to the movies
Made love to beats, woke up and made me pancakes
And this point I knew my shit was land or lakes
Fellas, I might be in love but something's still not right,
We didn't fight but she didn't call me last night
She got mad loot, no jobs, and plus a high renter
Cellular phone to check the Pac Bell message center,
Which she does too much, and I'm really not with it
She tells me that she loves me so I guess I'm committed
(HOOK x 2)
Turndown days.....
No way, no way
"It gets better, this girl's kinda clever"
(Double K)
Yo I was coolin at the club about ten on the dot
Drinkin Hennesey and Coke, feeling like 2Pac
Me and the crew hit the stage in about a half of one
Trying to ditch security cause I'm under twenty-one
Just then, I see this fine Latin chi
