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Correct I'll Make You Scream Lyrics
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Correct I'll Make You Scream
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[Chorus (Cassidy & Female Voice)] [Female Voice:] I'd like to make sweet love to you [Cassidy:] What you say you tryin' to do, huh? [C:] I'll make you scream like [F:] ahhh! [C:] And shout like [F:] ahhh! [C:] And sing [F:] Do di do do di do do do [C:] Now what you say? [F:] I'd like to make sweet love to you [Repeat] [Verse 1 (Cassidy)] Okay! I was told you ain't got it nice, 'til you got a wife But nope I'ma baller 'cause, never gon fall in love Pshyche that's a damn lie Ladies put ya hands high every woman should get that one man to stand by It's called devotion, emotions could make a man cry But ma wipe ya tears and just stare in that man eyes Prove that you there for him, prove that you care for him That's how you gotta act, prove that you got his back Prove that you not a rat Don't creep and ho around, hold him down 'Cause you know what comes around goes around And I'm older now and it might seem kinda weird But man all them damn aids commercials got me kinda scared [Chorus:] [Verse 2 (Snoop Dogg)] You ever laid on some pink mink sheets blowin' swishers Holdin' on some champagne while doin ya damn thang Caressin' on tha world main Adressin'' you is no pain Betty Wright is playing, no pain no gain I did it for the hell of it Hit it now you tell a bitch Now she want a little bit, I did it for the smell of it It's relevant and evident Yeah girl you heaven sent I love the way you break and take all the evidence Pimpin cause I'm stayin in your mothafucking residence While you out bringin me back the dead presidents (Pimpin', Pimpin', Pimpin') You can say that I got you I do it cause I have to, plus I feel like I got you [Chorus:] [Verse 3 (Cassidy)] Sis if you make love to me Kissin' and huggin' me Lickin' and rubbin' me, it'll get ugly The bed got a mink spread gettin all cuddley Pop bub' the hot tub gettin all bubbley You don't even gotta ask, all my girls got it bad Closet full of Prada bags and I ain't even gotta brag Yeah I keep them lookin real Go 'head you can push the wheel And if ya face tough I might wake up and cook a meal Whatever you ask for (It's yours) We can go to my bungalo over in Tahiti with the glass floors Fish swimmin 'round, the moonlight shimmer down I got the bomb stroke Girl get ya spine broke [Chorus Until Fade]
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