Impatient

Blu Cantrell

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    [LIL' KIM (RAP)]
    Blu Cantrell, yo Gucc, I'm goin' in Dun,
    This joint is HOT! Precision, where you at?
    Yo what's the deal baby paw, it's the hottie-hood Kim
    You got my mind spinning like my hottie-hood rims
    You had a lotta women but they not like me
    It's like I been trippin' on that bummbozi
    I'm sick with this stick, shift gears with my lips
    Put you key in my ignoition and put it in 5th
    The windows fogged up and it aint from the spliff
    Scratch and sniff and inhale this
    I got you seeing doubles and you can't tell
    It's the tag team, Lil' Kim and Blu Cantrell
    Hip Hop, R&B menage a troid
    Two sexy thangs leaving with engagement rings
    I'm getting impatient I need answers
    I'm ready to get busy like them Sean Paul dancers
    I can be a housewife or the freakiest ho, yo
    Just gimme the light and pass the dro

    [VERSE 1:]
    The possibilites are endless for you and me
    I know it will be okay
    We could have everything
    All I know is you are all I want
    Baby, believe in us, I've got to have your trust

    [HOOK:]
    Oh, you got me so, if feels as though, I'm racing
    I'm so impatient, Oh you got to know, You got me so
    I'm chasing, I'm so impatient
    Baby, I'm waiting
    Baby I'm waiting
    I'm so impatient

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    [VERSE 2:]
    Unexplainable, something remarkable
    Never felt quite like this
    Knew it from just one kiss
    Let me know
    'Cause I can't let you go
    Not with the love we made
    Not looking for the heartache
    Baby, I'm waiting
    Baby, I'm waiting
    I'm so impatient

    [HOOK]

    [FAT JOE (RAP)]
    Yeh, uhh, yeh
    I aint come to judge, I came to love
    In fact I came to cum not makin' love
    Girl, you know the rules when you're
    dealin' with thugs
    And girl, it's me and you,
    stop chasin' the crush
    I know you want me, don't ya?
    Know you need me, don't ya?
    Don't lie, see it in your eyes...
    Thick hips, nice lips, right size
    Poppi's big, but fit in between them thighs
    And it aint about the box,
    it's 'bout the rocks
    And that Malibu view on the mountain top
    Just a few reasons why you feelin' the kid
    You know, spacious cribs, outrageous trips
    Forget about your friends, man,
    the hate this shit
    If you gave them the power
    They would make the switch
    Who knew those words I do
    would make you rich
    But for now, Blu, you's my impatient bitch

    [HOOK (2X)]

    Song details

    Composition: Michelle Bell and Larry Gates

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