[Intro] Yeah! Y'all know what it is It's the unstoppable T.U.G.! Chris Stokes presents Dame That's right [Verse 1] Baby get yo mind right You gets no
for u was oh so strong (oh boi) I don?t understand boi why (I don?t understand boi why) You gotta be like every other guy (every other guy) This is the
Verse 1:: ~Mila J~ Boy Stop Pretending You're Fly, Flossing Your DKNY And Your Big Wheels Sittin High, Chillin On The Passenger Side You're Not Impressing
[Verse 1:] You see me lookin' sexy Don't mean that you gon' sex me Just because I got a body Doesn't mean you'll get my body Don't get the wrong impression
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri Dopeman fresh in the place to be And uhh (chrous) JD: Oh i think they like me when they heard on the other one So
blue They like, "damn who's drake, where's wheel-chair-Jimmy at? " On my chris brown shxt. I'm still here. gimme dat. I'm cuttin lights out like it's bedtime. These other
Raekwon the Chef] Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare
Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four
really trippin At first I wasn't gonna go dippin Then I said dame look at all these bitches I went inside couldnt believe my eyes Snatch up four fly bitches
homeboy Snoop de Snoop Bitch you ain't cute, with all that (woop de woop) I might just rock ya, I ain't afraid to blast I might rock a fella like Dame
gettin' it, we gettin' it just so you could start Gettin' it I'm on top of my game droppin' the flame My name, got me dodgin' the fame Watchin' the dames
you straight We can have a part time love, I just want it straight Really doe, I changed doe, not no dames So however you wanna call it, it's okay [Chorus
to me I live in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt It takes two to tango, three to jump rope Four to
(Where your sparkle at kid) Ryzarector Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes, the hour's four
like these hotels, passports, random bag checks Day dreams of love affairs that I haven't had yet Touch down, baggage claim, new town, different dame
tell 'em Stick up boys robbin' niggaz for they jewels, can't sell 'em We flood the game and let 'em digest Mindset on the older shit, these other niggaz
mess around And spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame Mafia style, leave you with your watch
thing funny Why? Bitch betta have my money Where da fuck you at Aiyo I spit spit flow flow Get get doe doe Switch switch yo yo Sick sick fo-four
