RUN A LAP
by Last Offence
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Digital Album
The debut effort from rap's most notorious uninvited guest. Features "Hello Boyz" and "So Magical" among others. Immediate download of 8-track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.Free Download
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Hard Time Hatin'
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You Should Be Mine
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I Don't Really Know You
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Very Bad Things
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Hello Boyz
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Ask For Last
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So Magical (Bonus)
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released 22 October 2008
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Since 2008 LastO (Last Offence) has been building a repertoire of music that stretches the limits of what his genre will ... more allow. The Saint Louis born emcee debuted with the groundbreaking "Run A Lap" (EP) most famous for cult-status hits "So Magical" and "Hello Boyz". By March of 2009, the emcee was already offering a darker, grittier and overall more refined follow-up "Not For Non Profit". less
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- Track Name: Details
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Last: Good evening ladies & gentlemen. Welcome to 'Run A Lap' the EP. Seven new songs -- original material. Last Offence. Get into it. (Laughs)
VERSE ONE:
My story don't change cause of my listeners/ my story's the same, I could provide pictures/ pushed aside bitches in favor of fine niggas or...fine crackers/ or whatever the skin pigment/ Last Offence didn't spit for some years and the name was different/ was a closet case, I believe it was Tori that Fixxed it/ followed the six degrees of separation 'til I found a whole shipment of like-minded linguists spitting that gay shit/ started move-making, wasn't long 'fore I found Jason or...JayPlot, his aka, his alias/ But since he laid with the ladies, I was afraid to lay this gayness on record/ but every second afraid is a second wasted so fuck it/ I hopped in that both and I believe I laced it/ Truth Be Told I knew that Trouble would come with all this craziness/ but let me not get ahead of myself or get too anxious/ to tell my story right, I have to exercise patience/ Deadlee came through with those Baby Milo papers (contracts) for me and Magik to sign 'cause we was the newest faces/ or...the newest faces that wasn't spitting all basic/ but I wasn't in the position to be trying to sign nathan, so.../ there I be Last Offence the free agent, beats blazing/ if you don't feel my shit, you freebasin'/ feel free to wait kid for someone to one-up him/ but good luck son, you're gonna be waiting around for nothin/
Last: You know I don't I don't rush into anything. Every move should be a calculated step because this is your career and you don't get two or three chances to fuck it up before you get big, you know what I mean. You gotta get big first. And so, the only thing I did rush into was the studio, you know, cause I knew I had to spit. And you spit and it's like three verses and a hook and it's the shit
VERSE TWO:
Bump bump my shit/ Bump Bump Bump my shit/ like Mason Betha I was on my own nuts and shit/ heard Stern Savage then I realized that I wasn't shit/ let's step it up, that's bout when I dropped that Muffy shit/ New York trip, Brooklyn through Islip/ Me, Magik, Intell, SL that's just the right fit/ I dropped a verse or two, arranged a little hearse or two/ merked the game, the game is merked that shit is irreversible/ oh his&his and hers&hers, oh we can hurt shit too/ Oh wait, New York....that's bout when I first heard of dude/ (Who?) Bry'Nt, Bry'Nt the rap singer/ My first thought was we're gonna be Kim and Inga/ silly I know but you know how silly we queens are/ as time would tell I came to fucks hard body with B-R/ Y? Cause that's my dude, dude's doing his thing child/ Wait, we wanna hear about the beef and the freestyle/ (laughs) Can't do no beef overseas child, the Progression was a session of therapy for me child/ needed to vent and get it off my chest/ so I hopped up in the booth and you remember the rest/ Except! When I spoke about it to the press this whole mess heated up again/ oh my, here's the stress/ and when it died down I said to MisterMaker: 'our little tif was a good thing, they just won't know it 'til later/ Red Rhetoric I hate to have to delay ya, but look it at it this way, we're doing these gays a favor/ so in the meantime I'm running this little lap, just to get the blood pumpin, I'm punching this punching bag
Last: You know an album is a big undertaking. You know what I mean. And you don't realize how big it is until you start on it and you start making songs and you realize that you don't like this song and you don't like that verse and...you know you thought it was all good. But it's not. so let me drop this little EP in the meantime. Uhhh...let ya'll have it real quick. I wanna dedicate this shit to Bone Intell who was responsible for Don't Forget and The Progression because he told me to be 100, and so that's what I did. I was 100. I'd also like to dedicate this EP to Stern Savage for making me step my shit up. Good looks my nigga. And uh...
Plot you sitting right there so I don't have to dedicate it to you, it's love. Oh yeah and one other thing. I know you gays like how I said 'when my album getting pushed back I'm doing ya'll a favor'. Now you get to quote ya favorite and say 'give a fuck if you pushed ya album back, that shit was still weak'. See, I'm looking out for you gays. Aiight, next track - Track Name: Hard Time Hatin'
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INTRO:
Ahhhh.... I make it hard for you.... muthafuckas (laughs)
Yeah, yeah, Yeah... I make it hard for you muthafuckas
VERSE ONE:
Get to know me/ homie/ if you don't, boy you know you missing out, I'm good like homegrown weed/
LO is overrated / Oh please / I'm just over niggas heads, cause most you niggas don't read/ but get it correct /
niggas will get erect, when I step up on the set / and I ain't even naked yet / gon' head nigga / gon' keep yankin it/
Keep strokin off / that's safe sex, you can't get AIDS from it / and who's to blame for this?/ what boy and girl got together, got laid, and made this little baby atheist / and who the fuck kept feeding him / made him grow big and stong, now he makin' songs where they bleepin him/ bleepin him, bleepin him, bleepin him/ I'm a bad bad man, you really shouldn't be repeating him/ just the right amount of seasoning: kinda sweet, make you sour, still you niggas wanna sink your teeth in him/
HOOK:
I know you wanna hate me / I know you wanna see me dead or in jail / niggas say that I'm the son of Satan / And you don't wanna love him / and you don't wanna bump him / but I make hot shit / (I make it hard for you muthafuckas)
I know you'd love to hate it / open up your little mouth and say I'm gay and ain't no way that I would ever make it / these little songs I'm making / you don't wanna play 'em / but this some hot shit / (I make it hard for you muthafuckas)
VERSE TWO:
I'm mad fantastic, but it ain't four, naw it's only one of me / ya'll sons to me / ya'll bastards / wonder where ya dad went, but ya daddy's right here, but daddy's not proud of you / you're rappin half-assed-ish / who is that faggot, who makes these asthmatics wheeze when they breathe, oh they bein all dramatic / got your parents poppin antacids when they heard you blast this / I'm over here laughin / you asked for this / push a nigga in the closet too long and he's bustin out bustin nuts wearing cute thongs / I'm a Hustler magazine minus all the punanny / oooh potty mouth / we established that, dude's hornery / 08, this is my "Lodi Dodi" / came to cause trouble and bother everybody / everybody wanna politic, call him that, call him this / shit, if I wasn't hot, ya'll niggas wouldn't call him shit/
HOOK
VERSE THREE:
Stupenderous, nigga I'm excellent / if they kill my ass, you still got the hits I left you with / I'm the definition of this homohop, in the dictionary/ very clear picture of this visionary / visionary? Yes visionary, been in it since January '08, oh eight months? And still i'm sittin very / comfortably in this spot / If you hate it, nigga come for me / but better kill me, better have a gun for me / cause you don't want to get on these records talking real real slippery / homie I will take pleasure / in ending your career, I don't do no love letters / turn the biggest homo thug into a fuckin bed wetter / swear to heaven that you niggas knew better / or you know better and you're just hard headed / I'll fuck around and send some bars in your direction / that'll make yo ass listen up like God said it/
HOOK
OUTRO:
(Laughs) I mean can you really hate a nigga? You can try...You can try... I see you trying...I see you talking... Whispering in corners but... But fuck! I make it hard for you muthafuckas. Go ahead and fade it out - Track Name: You Should Be Mine
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INTRO:
You should be mine (X3)
VERSE ONE:
Get it right, spell my name with a capital "L" / I'm at home in any place, homie, any hotel / any number of stars, homie any cuisine / but I ain't that bullshit nigga all about the bling / look at this scene, look at these ding-dong niggas and they all only bout that one thing / but they... game is so friendly, my game is so mean / my game is like (dah!) get the fuck out them jeans, but / Lastly isn't half as nasty as Lastly may seem / no no, just ask me / let me charm ya, melt that armor off ya, get them garments off ya/ at the bar, I got ya/ I know you like them shots and what not / me I like pot, so I'm puffin in the spot / let's say we roll roll back to the spot, reasons for why not?/ (ahhh) I'm at a loss/
HOOK:
Are you mine? Well you should be... won't stop til your head nods... you should be mine (repeat X2)
You should be mine, and you could be... won't stop til your head nods... you should be mine
Are you mine? Well you should be... I won't stop til your head nods... you should be mine
VERSE TWO:
(Look at you) And you're playing hard to get/ I'm in this bar all night, somehow I've misplaced you/ like I won't lace up these shoes and chase you to any hiding place that you race to/ these niggas like "He's too abrasive" but I see it in your eyes, I see it in your face too/ you like to feel like I'm right up on your heels, like I'm head over heels, you won't tell me to chill/ never will I ever hear, "nigga what's the deal?" / the deal is: the end of the night, I cops a feel / that's why I'm on ya, like white on rice on ya; all this white stuff: I'ma squirt it right on ya / how bout you stand still like an iguana?/ I'm tired of pursuing yo ass/ I'm hot like in a sauna / I hope ya sex is the bomber / C4, atomic, I hope you're not a novice/
HOOK
BRIDGE:
Stop drop rock my bedknobs (X8) / (You should be mine...) (X4)
VERSE THREE:
How much more swole can my dick get? / (Good Lord) It don't get much harder than this / You oughta play with my balls like you're part of the Knicks or New Jersey Nets, you number one draft pick you/ knock-knock turn ya doorknob, I'm at your front porch, por favor, Senor wants a blow job/ no more spots to dodge me/ no more padlocks to lock/ lock your thighs round my body/ puff puff lots of ganjee / Who bluff? Not me!/ pump pump you're wet like Tsunami/ I said you'll sweat until you're wet like a Tsunami/ 'til your bedroom's hot and all balmy/ call me darlin if you call me, anything.../ this is hardly for one night only/ put my phone number in ya rolly / If you still want me, go head and phone me.
HOOK - Track Name: I Don't Really Know You
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INTRO:
Dah, don't really give a... really give a/ I don't give a fuck about you neither/ I don't give a fuck about you neither/ (Laughs)
VERSE ONE:
(Look, look, look) You too familiar/ back the fuck up nigga/ You went to sleep and/ woke up on my nuts nigga/ Talk all the shit that you want to/ I would never take the time or the effort to ever try and hush you/ see first they lust you, then you push 'em to the side / Now these niggas hate you and they can't get you off they mind/ You picked the wrong one / homie I'm a grown man with grown folks issues, you niggas got one to grow on/ gets no attention daddy, ya'll is children, your balls ain't even dropped yet / you gonna piss ya daddy / off, make me take these switches off of the tree or extension cords and give you the whipping that you need / see, that's why i never really be where these queens be / what's the tea? TLC - ya'll look like scrubs to me / plus you lookin' like you filing for that bankruptcy - that's TLC again/ What? What the fuck you need?
HOOK:
I don't really know you / Don't give a fuck about you neither... / I'm grown dude, get the fuck on dude (X4)
I don't give a fuck about none of you bum niggas!
VERSE TWO:
Let's get some clarity / it ain't concerning me/ if it don't result in no muthafuckin' currency / I'll level with ya, I'm so deep in this debt, up to my neck, that my debt is in the devil's kitchen/ so I grind for my paper / for certain it's a long shot / rhyme for the money, dummy not a ton of gwap/ kinda funny how I called you niggas bankrupt/ but you dudes is letting broke twist ya face up / throwing shade what? / throwin shade at who? / oh I hope this just a phase that you youngins going through / wait, how old are you?/ Look, I don't really know you / this is not an interview / dippin in my Kool-Aid staring in my face / gon' head and take a picture dude / might last longer / look, I'll blow a little kiss at you / you bitches you / all up in my issues you itching for attention, ha! / I won't even mention you
HOOK
VERSE THREE:
(dah) Haters I shake 'em... like epilepsy / I don't need to hate 'em back / that ain't really necessary / every little hater lets me know that I'm hot / they wouldn't dare waste a second of their time if I was not / (damn right)/ This marijuana takes my cares to the sky / so I gives not a fuck bout ne'er none of these guys / see, everyone is shy when they look you in the eye / then they go behind your back and spreading all these lies (oh sigh) / deh, well to hell with these guys homie I'm on cloud nine / you ain't fuckin with my high / (oh my oh my) that's a whole lot of spite / that's a whole lotta shade, color me surprised / I thought you dudes would have that money on your mind / Ain't nothin but them big headed fuckers on mine / It's a sign of the times, dudes don't wanna grind, they'd rather sit back and worry and whine about mine/
HOOK - Track Name: Very Bad Things
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VERSE ONE:
I'm a little too big for my britches / too big for my shirt too / homie I can't fit shit / a little too big for my shoes, I'm too big for my jacket / homie I can't zip it/ I really hope you niggas are offended / that shit that I said, I hope you know that I meant it / I hope you pull a Jada, try to set it off in this bitch/ I hope Offence is at the top of your shit list / burn bridges / where did my friends went? / where did my friends go? / oh, you hoe bitches / Can't take a joke? / Nigga I was just kidding / I'm misunderstood, sit where I'm sitting (see my vision)/ Be Offence, all of this sausage, all of these niggas, I'm getting off with / Rated-R shit, not for tots and toddlers, not for youngins, not for non-profit/ I'm really looking round for some sponsors, I need more dollars, they lead to more problems / but I ain't got a problem with a problem, got problems being starving, my stomach's dissolvin'/ oh you balling?/ Nigga, you Jim Jones, huh?/ Nigga that's awesome / Get lost son/ Keep braggin' bout that auto that you bought.../ one Molotov cocktail barbecues your truck, cunt!
HOOK:
I'm doing very bad things / A bad bad man / If it's Last, it's mad mischief / They tried to told you he had Muffy Can Issues / Rap's Misfit / Mr. Come-Kiss-This / Things is bad very / Decisions ill-advised / I'll do it, you double dare me/ What?/ Nigga you dare me?/ Bad Bad Very, check it
VERSE TWO:
Free speech, I'm all involved with it / I am all for lawsuits, all for ya'll courtrooms/ I'm all for arbitration.../ when in doubt, let the Constitution guide you / mwah! I know my rights boo/ I'm on your kids CPU / Let the internet tell your children what to do / Listen to my tunes, he's more corrupt, more "I don't give a fuck"/ Very, very, very, very, very bad/ I'm a very big fag/ Very big rainbow /(on a) Very big flag/ The flag is big very, how many Hail Mary's to keep me outta hell?/ see every area I visit, there's mass hysteria, gay is not contagious... gay is not malaria/ Of course, there are a couple of venereal diseases, that I would like to try and pair with you/ Now you're a couple.../ You and venereal/ Now I'd like to make everyone aware of you/ And your venereal diseases now nobody will touch you, they'll only point and stare at you
HOOK
VERSE THREE:
Hot like arson/ Dark like armpits/ In my apartment/ couple of hard dicks / He is the private, I am the staff sergeant/ don't ask, don't tell, don't cum on my carpet/ (Boy you playing!) / Homie, I am not playing/ My carpet! My carpet! My mother-fucking carpet! / Car alarms can't get as loud as I get when I start shit/ Bizarre like, where did my marbles all went?/ I've lost my marbles/ Mommy is calling: "Hi honey, how are you?"/ Kinda tired, I need some R&R, you?/ "You being bad aren't you?"/ Very, very, very bad/ Iron clad locks cannot lock me/ I'll eat your whole posse, I'll eat 'em like pussy/ I mean I'll lick 'em like dicks/ boy it must be your birthday, you getting all these licks/ I'm a porn flick walking, nasty, you don't wanna follow in the footsteps of Lastly/ Nah, see, you wanna be a goody-good, good two-shoes / I'm no shoes, no shirt, no service / Ignore ya posted signs on purpose/ per pound I am worth about...(Worthless!)/ Does anybody know where the church is?/ I need Jesus, I need sermons/
HOOK
I really hope you niggas are offended / Offended (x6) - Track Name: Hello Boyz
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VERSE ONE:
Where are you from and how long to get you back there?/ Do we take the 101?/ That's a fuckin lot of cab fare/ Where are your keys at?/ You are leaving with me/ Nigga please, I don't wan hear nothing bout them/ They are some D-bags/ Them dudes is douchebags, they still trippin off that bullshit / and they are catty-cat / Like: "um, who had them shoes last?"/ I got them shoes now/ and I got your boo now/ we sleep through the alarm, when he's with me, we hit the snooze now/ Oh you boo-hoo now/ Cry me a river/ Got a couple dollars in my pocket in my wallet/ Plus I got a couple songs poppin/ Plus I keep keep my body solid in the gym baby holla!/ Call it!/ 213 doo-doo-doo/ Call it!/ Call me when you want, call us cuttin like we barbers/ Call us fuckin like we bunny rabbits, had it, and I want it again just as soon as I can have it/
HOOK:
Hello Boyz/ What you wan do to me?/ How long you wan do it for?/ We can do it all through the week/ The steam is coming off your jeans/ I can feel the heat/ Pleasure is all mine/ Yeah, uh, nice to meet (x2)
VERSE TWO:
I'm not a hooker/ though I might seem like it/ though I'm on my knees like it/ don't get it mis-tooken/ I pull these dudes from the hood then turn around and pull these bougee dudes and we eat at 'Blue On Blue' and shit/ I got my own loot/ I'm not an opportu-inist/ to bust a nut!/ That's why the fuck I be doing this/ Hello Boy!/ I am stuck like the glue to this caramel-colored cat, brown eyes, homie who is this/ (panting) I am in pursuit of this/ wait, stop the tape, homie YOU should be pursuing this/ Last, that ass is a lunatic with that head game, I keeps a lump in my cheek and it looks like a tumor did/ keep a smile on his face like it's humorous/ damn near chewing it/ but I dare not, ne'er not ruin it/ I wanna keep you round/ I wanna keep on doing this
HOOK
VERSE THREE:
I'm trying to reach my peak/ speak not, if you're not speaking that speech to get me in between the sheets Pop/ three is a lot/ Three is company/ Don't even bring up menage, I think that one is just enough for me/ we in here wrestling, we're gonna need a referee/ homie goin hard/ homie getting rough with me/ this dude is not just tryina cut, he's tryina butcher me/ I'm cummin hard like "p-p-please stop touching me"/ I need a second, catch my breath and / norepinephrine levels beyond any point of your reference / layman's terms that's a hell of an erection/ hell of a p-pillowcasing session/ Sex is a weapon, then call the reverend/ I'm sending homies to heaven by way of my bedroom/ he stumbles out like he suffers from a head wound/ barely knows what happened/ barely knows what I said to him
HOOK (X2) - Track Name: Ask For Last
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VERSE ONE:
Fuck/ where did they find me?/ First name Last, but I'm first/ fall behind me/ Oh, if I'm talking to tops -- don't try to bottom me/ all of these songs of sodomy are out to bother these breeders because they bother me/ An eye for eye I oughta be armed to the teeth but ya'll are all kinds of obsolete/ This ain't a war with straight rappers, this is a massacre/ Ya'll ain't even a factor no more/ HA HA I laugh at ya/ and as for producers, no no I ain't mad at ya/ If you don't wanna fuck with Last, fuck with these characters/ You know, these bling bling, cock-a-glock amateurs/ Oh yes they are straight, but they are very very stagnant/ rap fans are exhausted and naw, naw they ain't having it/ this is a musical genius, you could've had a hand in this/ but oh well, fuck, sleep with the salmons bitch, sleep with the fishes, this is the law of averages/ one of these fags was bound to come through here and damage shit/ I'll be hot-dammit, if it ain't Last Offence
HOOK:
They ask for Last like "At last! When I imagined a fag rappin, that's exactly what I had in mind" (x2)
They ask for...They ask for....They ask for Last like "At last!"
(Adlib): Boy Gon Get Ya, Boy gon get ya, said that boy gon get ya, boy gon get ya
VERSE TWO:
I am an issue/ a Muffy Can Issue/ I am a one-man military shooting scud missles/ drop drop drop the biggest bomb on ya/ have you feelin like you six and I sicked your moms on ya/ Oh, that's a little too agressive for Logo/ But that's a little too gay for Shade 45 radio though/ Where will they put me?/ Who would ever push me?/ Record labels all pussy, I swear that they're all labias / Bye bye they wave to ya/ No radio play for ya/ Pay to play in every venue in the LA area/ My name is rumor/ I am a whisper/ underground legend / lisping and limp wristed/ too legit to quit though, Hammer with big britches/ not swishy enough to fit what my niche is/ my bitches you all are my bitches/ I'm throwing more shade than a pitched tent did/ but for now, all murders remain attempted/ ya'll target Last-O, but you motherfuckers missed it/ (kiss this)
HOOK
VERSE THREE:
I am not sitting here picking rose pedals off/ give a fuck if niggas love me or niggas love me not/ been in a box so long in the closet and I'll tear these hinges off and I'm coming through with claws to rip through your carotid arteries, my arms and wrists is like armor piercing rounds, who the fuck is harmless/ don't wanna kill me boy!/ You're making me a martyr bitch/ I'm on ya bitch/ chew you up like a pirahna fish/ Kinda hard to find what's wrong with this/ What they say?/ "We want some more of this...we want some more of this"/ they ask for Last and I shall not disappoint despite my lack of mass appeal/ No, I'm not Will Smith/ No I ain't in it for the dough/ you see these bills bitch?/ I am damn near going broke/ I am finding it harder and harder to stay afloat, but this is not me sobbing and whining, I'm an adult/ I got the shoulders for every heavy load that they can fit on this back and I'm back begging "add some more!"
HOOK (x3)
(Adlib): Who the fuck want what? Bring 'em on up/ Last is starved to death, eat 'em on up (x7) - Track Name: So Magical (Bonus)
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HOOK:
Feel my love / Feel my soul / It's so magical/
Take my hand / Make me whole / It's so magical/ (x2)
Last: You see... rarely do I find anybody who i just really like dig right off the bat, but then when you find him it's like... it's always something.
VERSE ONE:
You got me going baby/ my heartbeat is pitter-pattin/ pardon me I'll be polite, can I fuck your pretty ass?/ I'm playin naw, if you were that fast look, I wouldn't bother/ you could be a baller, you could have degree from Harvard/ I wouldn't call ya/ Any number, any digits, but that's not what you're about, you're more than what they see in pictures/ its just too bad you're over there, dog, how many bridges do I have to drive across just so to tug all on your zipper/ I might've known that Mr. Right would be from long distance/ that's my position, getting fucked by life, she's such a bitch and/ its overwith before it's ever mentioned/ I might've told ya how I felt if it meant that I could hold ya/ If it meant I'd get my wish and I could curl ya toes up/ and I'd disrobe ya, we'd barely make it off the sofa/ but since that's not the case tonight, alright, it's nice to know ya/ I'd like to know you in the flesh, in the future I'm flying over
HOOK
Last: I can't really do no long distance thing, you know what I mean, like, no matter how much i was into you... so I just gotta work with what I got here. And of course LA is not that bad you know what I mean. I do my thing. We keeps it good.
VERSE TWO:
Out here in LA I'm holding it down nigga/ Who do you love? Oh really let's lounge/ I, uh, don't roll around with just any dude/ don't you know better/ you gotta be hotter than Mojave/ That is a desert/ Not just whoever/ You can't look like no German shepard/ I smoke the reefer but not so much that I don't see ya/ You see I'm looking for my ring finger/ My main squeezer I like him wearing jeans and tee-shirts/ Oh yeah a simple nigga, cute got dimples, with a dental plan, yes his teeth are right that's essential man/ I'm gonna get you man (oh yes I am)/ Man gets gotten by Offence, often slobbing on your knob in apartments, condos, hotels, stop it!/ Whatever you were doing and get over here and knock it the fuck outta the park kid/ bite how you're barking/ Every time we go at it, we're going at it hard kid
HOOK
Last: Ha, looking for love, its not gonna be easy you know what I mean, you wish it was but just because you got the sexual chemistry doesn't mean you got the mental chemistry or vice-versa, but that feeling... you know what I mean, when you do find it, you can't beat that
