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Pocketbook (remix)
Me'Shell Ndegeocello

Date Added: 2004-12-21 10:56:47

Yo, doctor
hop out the cadillac
i'm so focused,
smoke helps my cataracts
mind on my money, no money on my mind
and i'm looking for me'shell
and a honey on the grind
club is packed,
i got my honey on the line
so i close my phone,
honey know me when i'm lyin'
cuz i be tryin' to get my drink on,
find two freaks tell them
"drink cuz keith's home"
murray
block to block we play dirty
my ball handle's good,
i shut the game early, ya heard me!
take two women to the tele,
let the animal out,
ringling, barnum & bailey
you can't smell me?
that i'm a gorilla?
and i ain't goin' nowhere
like puff and ben stiller, it's killa
people uh! on their waist line
me'shell drop it
when i yell bass line,
bass line, bass line
She like to have money in her pocketbook,
and that's alright
got a lot of sense runnin' through your bones,
and that's alright
Your mama gotta be fine
you probably breastfed
cuz you look real healthy
with your chi-chi pretty eyes,
put on your prada lip balm and sit
with that swerve in your hip,
order, can i get a drink?
yes you can,
pull the wad from your purse,
tip,
start singing my shit,
with the chorus,
first...
She like to have money in her pocketbook
and that's alright
got a lot of sense runnin' through your bones
and that's alright
i like the way you shake that thing,
baby, that's alright
you like to hang out and shake that thing,
baby, that's alright
Baby girl got her own thing,
she know everybody
high class, mediocre to riff-raff
love is the root politic
she read between the paragraphs,
she knows what she makes after taxes
she like to get free,
she been to cuba, she don't watch t.v.
she only get greedy,
for the power of the p, and me
yeah
She like to have money in her pocketbook,
and that's alright
got a lot of sense runnin' through your bones,
and that's alright
she like to be in the know,
with all the major figures
and that's alright
she like to hang out, shake that thing all night,
and that's alright
Talk to me, walk with me, bounce with me
that's alright
introducing the illest mutha
you ever heard in your life
look-a-here
I like the way you switch when you walk by
i can do everything,
you know that you want to try
don't be ashamed
cuz i can make feel real good
grab your ass and your purse
hit me with the chorus
She like to have money
that's alright
she like to have money in her pocketbook,
that's alright
got a lot of sense runnin' through your bones,
that's alright
like to be in the know with all the major figures
that's alright
like to hang out, shake your thing all night.
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