Tekster: Buckshot. Take Your Time.

Body girl, take your time
Take your time, take your time
Take your time, take your time
Take your time

I invited you to the club so what, so what?
Don't mean you gotta hang all up under me
You a big girl don't act out, word up
'Cuz you ain't gonna gain no clout, no doubt

I know you wanna be wit me but I
Stay single and remain mingle and
'Cuz there's so many out jinglin', oh my God
So I guess time will tell what's out there for Swan

To move it on, is what you always say to me
That's what I always do but you still pagin' me
What's the deal, you ask keep it real, so it be
But I come to find out that you got at least three

More 'fro's that you braidin', on the D L
So I guess it's time for me to bounce the ball like Spreewell
See well, you could of had it all, Ms. Dove
But you showin' Swan, ain't that much love

Get control of your life
Get control of your mind
Get control of your body
Girl, take your time

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Listen up quick, baby Jink
Gotta lotta shit to get wit, stuck in the game and I can't quit
I'm thinkin' of a master plan
Buck's hot as cool to see a fan when I'm on the spot

Now some think I'm not, human
Even thought I got the bomb and my shit's boomin'
I'm leavin' your room in, no space
If you wanna make a mistake, get up in my face

Talkin' about, yo I gotta be off
Pause just because you wanna get up in my drawers
You ready to break laws, visions of your clothes in my back
Just because you stack, now you wanna act

Like you know, you got your rhyme on cock
And everything I do, shit stop for you, shit
Please, thirty two degrees of the breeze
About to hit you wit the good law special

Why did you, how could you get upset?
When I said my money comes first, I bet
You don't know that I gotta lotta shit on my mind
So before I fall off, momma said

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You wanna know why I be trippin' when I hear her name
'Cuz every rider in the hood, know she all about game
See me on the block, she ask me where I been
She know where I been, probably tryin' to cash in

See me in the Vibe, she see me in The Source
Got my act together, she see me on floss
Now you wanna fuck me, slow down girl
I used to wanna fuck you but I been around the world

I seen the more, dealt wit a lot
Now what make you think I'm gonna pay for that twat
That's what you here for, you exceedin'
Definitely speedin', slow down girl

Get control of your life
Get control of your mind
Get control of your body
Girl, take your time

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Take your time, take your time

Now you wanna stress me out
You put me on a route 'til my hair fall out
Now what's that all about? I'ma Bob and weave
Duck ya bullshit, see Buck ain't up, fuck ya bullshit, bitch

Tellin' me my style was a fluke
'Cuz I wouldn't give you boots and you thought I was cute
I got loot, see money is all that I'm about
Just coolin' wit my niggas and bustin' it out

I'm BDI, you could tell by the vision I use
I see you fake bitches for blocks, I never snooze
See, she wanna put me on cruise
Set me on a straight path

What about I had to laugh at her
'Cuz I ain't gon' fall
Runnin' around talkin' about New York
Check this out, now she ready to brawl

I got a call from the C.O.P., tellin' me to stand tall
Caught me in the mall wit all, my homies wit me
Shorty had to be came on scale of one to three
Damn, a dime but no matter poppa said, BDI, you gotta

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