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Sittin' here la la, waitin' on my ya ya Uh-huh, alright Sittin' here la la, waitin' on my ya ya Uh-huh, she's outta sight May sound funny, but I don't

By: M. Levy and C. Lewis Sittin' here la la, waitin' on my ya ya Uh-huh, alright Sittin' here la la, waitin' on my ya ya Uh-huh, she's outta sight

heat up like a burnin' flame Burnin' flame full of desire Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher Abra-abra-cadabra I want to reach out and grab ya Abra

of them high school parties you know what I'm sayin Eh yo if you got a cup put it up in the air And if your smoking on a blunt better puff it and share Ya

nigga lights out, put'em in the sleeper plus i crypt keeper, graveyard shift like killaz and you can see murdas, just like steve miller My backstreet

victims of pigs and Afeni's kid Flip off the lid, who you pourin' fo'? (Yo, yo, yo, yo) You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller, uh "Gangster of Love", just like Steve Miller

up and let ya nuts hang low now All I do is chill and blind hoe wit a sparkling grill Smoke, stroke grind and count dough by the mill's That's real,

will Never say, never say no Don't ever let me hear ya say ya gotta go Never say, never say no Never let me hear ya say ya gotta go No, never

Wanna talk with you Don't mean no harm baby Won't tell ya what to do Won't tell ya what to do Won't tell ya what to do Won't tell ya what to do