My Dear

[Chorus 2X: Tha Liks - overlaps "Passin' 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

Niggaz slammin in the pit, bitches poppin off the cameras

Any mic you hand us Likwid niggaz make us killers

So we rock the motherfucker now we back stage - ILLIN

Still in, my wet ass clothes, strikin a pose

Niggaz askin who's (?) nigga, 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 niggaz 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 bitch a oo-OOOP, the bitch 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

[Chorus] - 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 FUCK; 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 bitch in a vital situation

Now you want my government to floss when you runnin with

your homegirls - stupid, it's a cold world

I'ma keep it pimpin like Goldie and that nigga 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, whassup? Shut up!

[Chorus] - 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 bitches niggaz 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

"Whassup 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' ass out my lap

Fuck out, you gotta go, quit runnin yo' mouth

You good for nothin but, layin yo' ass 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"

[Chorus] - 2X