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Judy Torres - If I lyrics
Uhh, c'mon yeah *laughter*
 Brooklyn, Brook-lyn, take it back, take it back
 If I... Fox Boogie, ragtop six drop
 Get caught, think not, light Brown
 Cause we're not to be stopped
 If I...
I came up fast in this crap game they call a rap game
 What the damn she's killin it again from that dame
 Now every snake fake-faced O jig
 I'm like, just don't sell me the 'Bridge, I buy lakes
 Friends even bend rules, chicks I lent jewels
 Says, "She's actin funny now, oh she's got money now"
 Tryin to do my thing y'all, need you on my team
 But you aint gon' stop my dream, or block my cream
 I liked things better when you called me Ings
 A year before Rap City, way before Screen Scene
 'Fore they knew who Foxy was, you probably was
 The first to keep it real wit all my secrets concealed
 Things got ill the minute I got a deal
 And my time got shorter and you was havin a daughter
 Had to stop hopscotch, get off Iran
 Damn I wish we were still playin jump
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 If I could take this back I would
 If I could rewind the time to when it was all good
 I would, take it back to when we said good-bye
 If I...
 My so-called man thinkin he slick cause I stay on tour
 Thought he'd never get caught tryin to play on whores
 I cried as my keys was scrapin the car doorsJudy Torres - If I - http://motolyrics.com/judy-torres/if-i-lyrics.html
 From the trunk, to the hood, by the wheel and the floor
 Exposed my vulnerable side, had me open wide
 Said you forever keep it real, but you lied
 Was the first to feel inside, the Ill Na Na
 Had me thirst when you whispered to me, "How it feel mama?"
 Yeah, but don't hurt it, I like the way you work it
 No Diggity, don't stop get busy
 Blew up your pager, checked your clothes
 Duked your house keys, stole your beeper code
 What happened to the Mo's and the occasional roses
 Massages and the bubble baths, rubbin my toes as
 I realize you was just misleadin me
 I shoulda known, you left your last chick to be with me
Chorus
 Mommy dearest tried to prepare us for a lot ahead
 You never heard, preferred to smoke your lye instead
 On the one to one combo told me you'd die for bread
 That's why I spend these nights, cryin in the bed
 You had the deep dish six, your rep was widespread
 I tried to intervene you said it was over my head
 Said I'd never understand the plight of a black man
 Right, but I'm tryin to keep you in my life
 V.I.A. satellite, talkin them burn outs
 Soon you had me whylin and you turned me out
 Taught me bout how to win, the code of the streets
 Luxuries and wealth untold it was sweet
 And one night you asleep after work was chopped up
 Felt somethin strange in my veins, I popped up
 One foot in the house shoot flew to the horn
 Got the cell operator, I knew you was gone
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