My dear my dear my dear you do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell you bout the feelings I have for you Listen - it was a quarter past, one - the lights went, low Everybody know the Likwid Crew's about to flow At an Alkaholiks everybody go bananas Niggaz slammin in the pit, bitches poppin off the cameras Any mic you hand us Likwid niggaz make us killers So we rock the motherfucker now we back stage - ILLIN Still in, my wet ass clothes, strikin a pose Niggaz askin who's (?) nigga, mind yo' rolls I'm peepin out the hoes turnin up a forty ounce All y'all women y'all can stay but all y'all niggaz gotta bounce I looked across the room and seen this girl about to leave Pretty face big titties weave hangin to her sleeve Please believe I rushed her, Tash he on attack Gave that bitch a oo-OOOP, the bitch looked back I let her hit my cognac, she got buzzed and started wobblin I asked her what she do, she said videos and modelin You don't know me, I bone you send you home feelin lonely You always say, "Defari - how come you never hold me? (How come) How come we don't go out so I can be your best homie?" Cause I just wanna FUCK; you too god damn nosey Play your position, no games, no pretendin Don't act like you on top when you not badder than these women (nope) Think you a Queen, when you really my (?) Always listen to you talk, but me, never sharing And if I'm sharing never vital information cause you'd probably snitch you bitch in a vital situation Now you want my government to floss when you runnin with your homegirls - stupid, it's a cold world I'ma keep it pimpin like Goldie and that nigga Slim Alkaholiks, J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift be them But you don't know me yet and still you wanna blow me Bust a nut, uh-huh, okay, whassup? Shut up! You don't know me you don't know me you don't own me always on me Tellin me to drop my forty when I'm chillin with my brodie While I got the mic I'd like to tell you that you ain't my type Because my dear you don't, have the common sense to see the light My tastes vary; from rats to bitches niggaz wanna marry You won't share me but you say my baby you will carry You done went insane, callin me by my name; like "Whassup J?" Girl you oughta be shamed Call me J-Ro, or Daddy, you bad you mistaken if you thought you had me, twisted like a bad knee Type of cat that won't call you back, make you bring me cognac And a whole zone of that, hop yo' ass out my lap Fuck out, you gotta go, quit runnin yo' mouth You good for nothin but, layin yo' ass all on my couch It's cold outside, but you still gotta be out Get out my doorway girl, you lettin all my heat out .. and that's real "My dear my dear my dear you do not know me but I know you very well Now let me tell you bout the feelings I have for you"