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[Chorus 2X: Tha Liks - overlaps "Passin' Me By" sample first line]My dear my dear my dearyou do not know me but I know you very wellSo let me tell you bout the feelings I have for you[Tash]Listen - it was a quarter past, one - the lights went, lowEverybody know the Likwid Crew's about to flowAt an Alkaholiks everybody go bananasNiggaz slammin in the pit, bitches poppin off the camerasAny mic you hand us Likwid niggaz make us killersSo we rock the motherfucker now we back stage - ILLINStill in, my wet ass clothes, strikin a poseNiggaz askin who's (?) nigga, mind yo' rollsI'm peepin out the hoes turnin up a forty ounceAll y'all women y'all can stay but all y'all niggaz gotta bounceI looked across the room and seen this girl about to leavePretty face big titties weave hangin to her sleevePlease believe I rushed her, Tash he on attackGave that bitch a oo-OOOP, the bitch looked backI let her hit my cognac, she got buzzed and started wobblinI asked her what she do, she said videos and modelin[Chorus] - 2X[Defari]You don't know me, I bone you send you home feelin lonelyYou 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 FUCK; you too god damn noseyPlay your position, no games, no pretendinDon'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 sharingAnd if I'm sharing never vital informationcause you'd probably snitch you bitch in a vital situationNow you want my government to floss when you runnin withyour homegirls - stupid, it's a cold worldI'ma keep it pimpin like Goldie and that nigga SlimAlkaholiks, J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift be themBut you don't know me yet and still you wanna blow meBust a nut, uh-huh, okay, whassup? Shut up![Chorus] - 2X[J-Ro]You don't know me you don't know me you don't own me always on meTellin me to drop my forty when I'm chillin with my brodieWhile I got the mic I'd like to tell you that you ain't my typeBecause my dear you don't, have the common sense to see the lightMy tastes vary; from rats to bitches niggaz wanna marryYou won't share me but you say my baby you will carryYou done went insane, callin me by my name; like"Whassup J?" Girl you oughta be shamedCall me J-Ro, or Daddy, you bad you mistakenif you thought you had me, twisted like a bad kneeType of cat that won't call you back, make you bring me cognacAnd a whole zone of that, hop yo' ass out my lapFuck out, you gotta go, quit runnin yo' mouthYou good for nothin but, layin yo' ass all on my couchIt's cold outside, but you still gotta be outGet 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] - 2Xmore