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D-Shot (I'll Be Yo) Huckleberry Here are the song lyrics for (I'll Be Yo) Huckleberry by D-Shot. For more excellent D-Shot lyrics, run a search! Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com [D-Shot] Hey now baby, how you be doin? You been doin fine? You know you called me last week I got your message but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin? (Now I comes through, just like the hog I am) It seems you need a little bit of excitement in your life (All up in her bedroom, til Renee humming my tune) I'm here for you, don't sweat it (She's got an attitude, I'm just her man) How your man be treatin you? (She needs me to get her in the mood) I know (I had to hit her, I'm never stairy I'll be yo huckleberry!) See you can call me any hour, that's how we do it I'm in and out, and partner you ain't knowin this She loves you goodly but she's all on a player's tip Cause you ain't givin, somethin that she really needs And that's that good ass lovin, partner can't you see She's bored no trust, she sits in the house all day While you out there ballin, tryin to have it the kingpin way She gets no time, your schedule way too deep You leaves out the house everytime you get a beep To all you ladies, sweet dark and lovely See players like me, I likes to taste the Easter bunny I likes to lick you down, give you self esteem I'm the playboy you want, on your under team Yo' huckleberry, mackin fast Shot-ty One of them type of ballers on the same level as Gotti So all you tenders, it's all to the good So page me on the under and I'll creep through yo' hood *chorus* If you need some lovin, lovin girl I'll be yo' huckleberry, berry And if you need someone to talk to girl, talk to girl You can call me on the under, under [E-40] Lookin at my oyster perpetual Rolex, browsin through my Rolodex Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit that girdle Come through on a tuck, while he's in the shower Get in on the ease with robbin him, after hour Slumpin gen-a-talia, regulatin Cheatin in next room, fun-a-catin Demonstratin, new and improved moves Legislatin, perkin drinkin booze But when you plug it, baby see you soon You say one day, we gon' jump the broom It was seven years, and G is faithful for ya But did she love ya, or was she used to ya It ain't my fault you got too attached But don't check me partner, check yo baitch Wanna know my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry I'll be yo huckleberry *chorus* [D-Shot] I'm on yo mind, twenty-four seven When you at work, you calls me at eleven And that's cool, cause my number won't be on yo' bill Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it real No hesitation, we wanna play this game right But if you feel me, we gots to have our game tight So we can smob to the beach and pain n all Rub you down to the canvasol One hundred miles away, while your man think you at work That boy Shot, is all up in these skirts If there's a bluebird on my shoulder should I hit him I turn him around, then from the back that's when I kill him But hittin it from the back ain't always what I wanna do I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your crew That that boy Shot knows how to... tuck He got you givin it up And you ain't done that in years That's right And you ain't done that in years *chorus* Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to know It's between me and you, take my pager number You can call me, call me, all times of the day...
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