I know I can't afford to stop (man, cool)
For one moment (I was in love with this girl, dude)
That it's too soon to forget (I was tore up, dawg)
I know I can't afford to stop (I'm telling you, man)
(Wow, man)
For one moment (for real)
That it's too soon (it's, she's too-)
Let me tell you about her
To for- (yo)

In she came with the same type game
The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame (big fame), she like cats with big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than once
Ass so fat that you could see it from the front
She spot me like paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that Catwoman stance
With the fat booty pants, hot damn
What's your name, love? Where you came from?
Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up
The Schwinns at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of?
I tried to play it lowkey but couldn't keep it down
Asked her to dance and she was like, "Yo, I'm leaving now"
An hour later, sounds from Jamaica
She sipping Cris' straight up, skanking, whining her waist up
Scene two, my fam throwing a jam
Fareed is on the stand, big things is in the plans (uh)
The brother Big Moon make space for me to move in
"Ay, yo, this my man, Mos, baby, let me introduce"
I turn around (say word)
It was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed
Tryna play me for the herb (yeah, that's her)
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together
I just played along and pretended I never met her
"How you feeling?"
Oh, I'm fine"
"My name is Mos"
"I'm Sharice"
"I heard so much good about you, it's nice to finally meet"
We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially
And honey-love ended up sitting directly next to me
I'm type polite but now I'm looking at her skeptically
'Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is f- with me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, yeah, you know me, bro
Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo
I'm 'bout to murk, I say peace to the family
She hop up like, "How you gon' leave before you dance with me?"

She blew my whole head with that dude, I was like, "Word?"
I played it low though, I was like
"Yeah, aight, come on then, let's go"
Was mad, was so sick, I tell-
Yo, honey was so blazing she was just
What? Yo, she looked like Jayne Kennedy, word bond
To my mother, man
She was that ill, man, she take me to the dance floor
And she start whispering to me and

"Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I know it wasn't right
But, baby, you know what it's like, some brothers don't be coming right"
I understand, I'm feeling you, besides
"Can I have a dance?" Ain't really that original
We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist (on her waist)
Heating my blood up like the Arizona summer
Song finished then she whispered, "Honey, let's exchange numbers"
Scene three, weeks of dating, late night conversation
In the crib heart racing, trying to be cool and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent
She walked away smiling, singing Gregory Issacs
Like, "if I don't, if I don't have you"
Showing me her tan line and that tattoo
Playing Sade, Sweetest Taboo
Burning candles, all my other plans got cancelled
Man, I smashed it like an Idaho potato
She call me at my J-O-, "Come now," I can't say no
Ginseng tree trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, champion lover nuh ease up
Three months, she call, I feel I'm running a fever
Six months, I'm telling her I desperately need her
Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around
I need more than to knock it down I'm really trying to lock it down (down)
Midnight, we hook up and go at it
Burn a stoge and let her know, sweetheart, I got to have it
She telling me commitment is something she can't manage
Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic
Ah damn it, is on Harrison Ford frantic
My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus enchantress
(Next week) Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club
With some banging-ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up
What?


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    does anyone else dig this song around 3 in the morning on a saturday after partying?

    sam_amadoron September 09, 2002   Link
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    5 in the morning this past saturday while still partying. heh. i really dig this song. mos def gives off some of the best vibes in all music.

    life_on_your_lipson May 06, 2003   Link
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    This song always makes me smile. LUV it.

    Marajaon March 12, 2005   Link
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    I really love this song. Its beat, its lyrics, it just has a great flow and vibe. :D

    ColdRubyRainon January 20, 2007   Link
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    To the first comment I know I'm a couple years late but HELL YEAH.... right now lmao!

    modishmeon December 16, 2007   Link
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    at 318 am... its still the jam lol

    Mehoneon June 26, 2010   Link

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