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Hot Chocolate Man To Man

we'd go our sep'rate ways But for the children she'd stop pretending that she cares. Man to man iet's sit right down and talk about it Man to man let

cheese Then take a look inside My book of recipes Now, don't you sniff around For something fluffy and light I need a man who brings A man-size

shit. I stay high all the time... Man I'm on some hood shit. {+SMOKIN' DAY... +! } Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate {+PART 2+! } Give

rhymes and beats Knowin' either side ever admits defeat And screams treason at the first sign of retreat It's like a never endin' struggle in this box of chocolates

I see you on Wednesdays all the time You come in every Wednesday on your lunch break, I think And you always order the special, with the hot chocolate

' to get outta hand I'ma find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man Tellin' New York, even in Compton they understand I'm on the block where you was raised doin' chocolate

, I?ve never loved one like you Man, oh man, you?re my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness There ain?t nothin? that I need Well, hot & heavy, pumpkin pie, chocolate

's careless with her dog. I'm not sure what she does, ?cept she makes me want her, she makes me want to get on top of her! Ooh that sounds great man,

The Don Daata, gotta get you hotter Been a buck naked nigga smokin' water On a friday, the get high day Blowin' at a hot date, findin' Shade Black and