A love song.

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I wrote this back in '02 and was dedicatin git to the woman of my dreams who I had, at the time, not met yet

“Like You Do”
(Written by C. Tolen, Hook written by P. Mason)

Hook:

Verse One:
I swear on the Gods above, I’m a guard your
Love, muchos besos and lots of hugs, whether
I got to get a job or thug, I got you, it’s
All eyes on Pac, but I’d rather watch you, I’m
Starin’ at the clock, too, ‘cause time is money, can’t be
Late for a date, ‘cause you don’t find it funny, givin’ my
All to the dimest honey, yo’ I’m awfully
Glad I wasn’t too bad for you to fall for me, but
Now you get to ball with me, straight to the top, I’m never
Leavin’, whether we ever make it or not, I’m takin’
A shot at love, I know we can cope, and if all
We got is love, then I’m goin’ for broke, but I’m a
Keep a sawbuck to get us some smoke, it might sound
Silly, but what’s love without some trees and a Philly, nah but
Really, you’re such a Queen, I feel like a rook tryin’ to
Mate you, infatuate you between the hooks….

Hook:

Verse Two:
I “never knew a love like this”, I feel like Faith
Not early or late, but on time and at the right place, I’m
Glad I found you quick, all these chickenheads surroundin’
TIC just want a little bit of ice around they wrist, but you
Really down with TIC, I love you for that, made me
Wanna leave thuggin’ for rap and get a real life
So I put the guns up, but the flow still is nice
I don’t need five in the Source, I want a million mics
_Everyday we make love, but still it’s tight, ‘cause
You da bomb and I ain’t gon’ stop till you a mom, I’m
Not doin’ you harm, just want us to live
In a fat-assed crib with thousands of kids, you
Know the biz, I’m goin’ all out for us, never
Tryin’ to blow, I’m ‘bout to bust, LUNATIC
Rose out the dust, to reach for the stars, now here’s a
Shout to us, to a Queen and God….

Hook:

Verse Three:
I love to see you shake them hips, mami, I’m like Don
King, you’re like Mike and I just might make you rich
Britney couldn’t fake them tits, they so soft, but
Stand firm, the kind a man yearn, but get his hand burned
I try to understand and learn your heart, other
Chicks don’t even concern the God, haters ‘bout to make
TIC burn they squad, they grillin’ too hard, but just
Can’t see, they can’t have you, cuz they ain’t me, they
Can’t be the man of your dreams, cuz that’s my slot
Sportin’ wifey all on the arm, proud of what I got
We can tie knots until the cows come home, move you
In, let you make my house a home, and never go
Out alone, instead we paintin’ the town, club
Hoppin’ till we faint on the ground, in case I never said, “I
Love you!”, I’m sayin’ it now, and I ain’t playin’ with
You, nobody loves me the way that you do

(C)COPYRIGHT 2002 Cadre Enterprises