Jaheim "Could It Be" |
(Intro) |
Huh, uh, yeah 'Bout to put it to 'em With some ghetto slick shit, heh Check it out One time for your motherfuckin' mind <Motherfuckin' mind> Yo, I'm sayin' they gon' smell me on this one, nigga No doubt, he-heh Check it out Oh, yeah... Listen |
(Verse 1) |
On the cross town with
the top down Sounds banging out the backstreets <Alright> Me and shorty two deep She's flashing me thighs Wind blowing through her hair Baby we can take it there <Take it there> But first I gotta make my rise Baby, slow down My crib's on the other side of town But from the look in her eyes She was hypnotized Rubbed her hands on my chest And started getting undressed Tell me why... |
'(Chorus) |
Could it be my
chromed-out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? |
(Verse 2) |
I got the sixty-inch flat
TV <What?> Satellite, DVD, whatever you need I got the bubbles in the tub with the back rub <Bathtub> Silk sheets, baby, to make love Oh, girl, I wanna hit it in the worst way After that you'll be coming back like every day <Oh, yeah> Send you back to your girls with something else to say How I hit it, split it, had you with it till the break of day |
'(Chorus) |
(Bridge) |
Could it be the drop-top
Benz That got your friends, going out on a limb Sliding me numbers when you ain't watching them Playin' me close, but I'm not feeling them Could it be the time piece flooded with chips? You with me, 'cause I flex brigets around my wrist? Or large amounts up in my bank account You tell me you love me, baby, but what's that all about |
(Chorus) x 2 |
Added: January 19, 2002