Paroles: Jaheim. Ghetto Love. Happiness.

You're the only girl that I've been dreamin' of
Always on the low, never beefin' love
And when my lady's in flip mode
You do me right after every wild out episode

Back rubs and hot tubs
When you give it to me girl I can't get enough
Butta love so sweet, sweet enough to eat
That type of shit that puts that ass to sleep

I'm talkin' 'bout that happiness
Whole lot of lovin' without the stress
You're not my only but my favorite
I tried to let go but I can't forget

Shorty you're that blazefulness
Soft and swingin' from right to left
Get it anyway you like it from front to back
However you want it I can handle that

Now I'd be the first to admit it
Had me straight flippin' out when a nigga hit it
See love was so right, ass was so tight
Just the way I like it, right, right, right

A ghetto queen on my team
If love was a game, you'd be first down, second string
Shorty you play your position well
I guess by now you can tell

Girl, you bring me happiness
Whole lot of lovin' without the stress
You're not my only but my favorite
I tried to let go but I can't forget

Shorty you're that blazefulness
Soft and swingin' from right to left
Get it anyway you like it from from to back
However you want it I can handle that
What, what, what, what

Girl you're sick with it
The way a nigga feelin' when you blessin' it
You got me buggin' out see I'm 'bout to flip
But before I lose control I gotta get a grip
Then I take a sip

Of the Hennessey
That comes from baby mama always stressin' me
But I know that's not you're style not your pedigree
'Cause all you really want is to be with me, yeah, yeah, yeah

Talkin' 'bout happiness
Whole lot of lovin' without the stress
You're not my only but my favorite
I tried to let go but I can't forget

Shorty you're that blazefulness
Soft and swingin' from right to left
Get it anyway you like it from from to back
However you want it I can handle that

Girl, you're sick with it
The way a nigga feelin' when you blessin' it
You got me buggin' out see I'm 'bout to flip
But I don't wanna lose control I gotta get a grip
Then I take a sip

Of the Hennessey
That comes from baby mama always stressin' me
But I know that's not you're style not your pedigree
'Cause all you really want is to be with me, yeah, yeah, yeah