(feat. Defari)

[Chorus x2: Tha Liks - overlaps "Passin' Me By" sample first line]

My dear my dear my dear
you do not know me but I know you very well
So let me tell you bout the feelings I have for you


[Tash]
Listen - it was a quarter past, one - the lights went, low

Everybody know the Likwid Crew's about to flow
At an Alkaholiks everybody go bananas
^!$$%z slammin in the pit, (*##$es poppin off the cameras

Any mic you hand us Likwid ^!$$%z make us killers
So we rock the mother$#&@er now we back stage - ILLIN
Still in, my wet $$# clothes, strikin a pose

^!$$%z askin who's [?] ^!$$%, mind yo' rolls
I'm peepin out the hoes turnin up a forty ounce
All y'all women y'all can stay but all y'all ^!$$%z gotta bounce

I looked across the room and seen this girl about to leave
Pretty face big !@%$ weave hangin to her sleeve
Please believe I rushed her, Tash he on attack

Gave that (*##$ a oo-OOOP, the (*##$ looked back
I let her hit my cognac, she got buzzed and started wobblin
I asked her what she do, she said videos and modelin


[Chorus x2]


[Defari]
You don't know me, I bone you send you home feelin lonely
You always say, "Defari - how come you never hold me? (How come)

How come we don't go out so I can be your best homie?"
Cause I just wanna !#@*; you too god damn nosey
Play your position, no games, no pretendin

Don't act like you on top when you not badder than these women (nope)
Think you a Queen, when you really my (?)
Always listen to you talk, but me, never sharing

And if I'm sharing never vital information
cause you'd probably snitch you (*##$ in a vital situation
Now you want my government to floss when you runnin with

your homegirls - stupid, it's a cold world
I'ma keep it pimpin like Goldie and that ^!$$% Slim
Alkaholiks, J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift be them

But you don't know me yet and still you wanna blow me
Bust a nut, uh-huh, okay, whassup? Shut up!


[Chorus x2]

[J-Ro]

You don't know me you don't know me you don't own me always on me
Tellin me to drop my forty when I'm chillin with my brodie
While I got the mic I'd like to tell you that you ain't my type

Because my dear you don't, have the common sense to see the light
My tastes vary; from rats to (*##$es ^!$$%z wanna marry
You won't share me but you say my baby you will carry

You done went insane, callin me by my name; like
"Whassup J?" Girl you oughta be shamed
Call me J-Ro, or Daddy, you bad you mistaken

if you thought you had me, twisted like a bad knee
Type of cat that won't call you back, make you bring me cognac
And a whole zone of that, hop yo' $$# out my lap

$#&@ out, you gotta go, quit runnin yo' mouth
You good for nothin but, layin yo' $$# all on my couch
It's cold outside, but you still gotta be out

Get out my doorway girl, you lettin all my heat out
.. and that's real


[Pharcyde]
"My dear my dear my dear you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you bout the feelings I have for you"


[Chorus x2]