The Way That You Talk Lyrics by Jagged Edge

The Way That You Talk Lyrics

    ft. Da Brat, JD

    It's scary, I'm Miss Up's to da area
    So So Def, next to Jay D
    This funkdafide baby keep 'em crazy
    My mentality happen to be livin' lavish
    With formalities of having the fat shit
    My status is impeccable
    We wreckin' yo crew, the casualty is you
    Jagged Edge coming through
    Remember who
    Hit it, did it something like a thousand times
    Can't stop, can't quit
    Gotta, gotta get mine
    Get yours
    I catch you off guard
    Keep yo dick hard
    Follow the yellow bitch
    To the road to riches
    And if the smoke thickens
    It's to be the beat
    Or it detrimental to your brain
    Choakin' off Mary Jane
    A.T. lettin' it ill, say 'kay
    And kept it wetter than Niagra
    The main dame who maintain to stay platinum, yeah, aww
    We talking, me touchin you and your body
    We even talkin' 'bout you and your other guys
    I like it when you tell me what you'd do if I was with you
    I like it cuz you have nothin' to hide

    [1] - The way that you talk to me
    The things that you say to me
    You got my body girl
    Have your way with me
    I'm tellin' you now
    There's something about
    Girl, I can't live without
    The way you talk to me
    We talking 'bout dreams you have about you and I
    You tell me things I did to you once I got up inside
    You make me look forward to the future
    Wanna have a wife and kid
    Cuz all the time that I been gettin' around
    I never felt like this, yeah
    I know you know baby, how much I love you
    I love you, you love me, and I know
    Baby, I know, whoa, yeah, whoa
    When I call yo name
    It's all about the poom poom nanny nanny
    And mo' money
    With me pink bunny and the G
    You just in the D J.E. era
    Chromed out carreras
    Sex, boozin', and nonstop I flow watch out
    Gimme some chrystal, a sip or so
    You can send 'em all back
    The type that walk up in the club screamin'
    Where the ho's at
    Tracks stay steaming, keep your floors packed
    Diamonds stay gleeming and you're no match
    For me and my faculty
    Actually all y'all are whacked to me
    Send me some some true playa's, with true rank
    Don't give a damn what you think
    Make a bet and I'll stop yo' bank, baby
    You dress jiggy, body bomdigi
    Then it's a possiblity that you and I can get busy
    What chu wanna do, shit
    I got a pocket full of rubbers, and Jay D. do too
    [Repeat 1]

    Make you scream Papa
    You the best da da
    [Repeat until fade]

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