Enough With The Games

Lyrics

[Chorus] Enough with the games Girl, I'm just passing through Hope I don't come off rude Just wanna know if I could So call it what you wanna call it Girl, I be eyeing you Just wanna holla at you, just wanna holla at you [Verse 1] In the event of attraction, like mentally absent Instinct can take over, logic peddling backwards We're born in the pussy, we can turn to one in search of it The horizontal duet can leave the world impertinent But for me to plant my seed tonight It's made harder by the fact that I'm sleep deprived I can't hide that I'm wrecked but I speak my mind Which is half the trick to get bеtween the thighs But check it, I nevеr count my chickens I count the chicks in the house, pick one and start kicking Toward the corner that she's sitting in, waiting I pick a spare chair, asking if it's been taken Ask how her night is, I sit down beside her Put a smoke on my lips and I ask her for a lighter And she's glamorous but casually dressed, oh A tall figure with immaculate legs, and yes I think she's stunning with a capital "S" And I wonder if she's down for pre-marital sex But conversation is what's happening next Ignoring the looks and the stares from embarrassing friends With this quite social brunette in bifocals I'm totally locked in her eyes for shine like opal, so I've gotta put a move down quick 'cause I'm Digging the style of this newfound chick [Chorus] Enough with the games Girl, I'm just passing through Hope I don't come off rude Just wanna know if I could So call it what you wanna call it Girl, I be eyeing you Just wanna holla at you, just wanna holla at you [Verse 2] Cheeks get flushed, pupils naturally dilate When the flattery's mutual, when we're chatting the night away She's laughing so hard, she's in critical condition With hyperactive humour with satirical renditions The stage is set like lyrical commission I offer a cab home to minimal resistance, and I guess it ain't a difficult decision, I'm hiding that I'm stoked with pitiful conviction Man, I grab my stuff and I walk her out the front And my envious boys are sure to talk about her But we jump in the cab, both sitting up in the back I pay the last of my cash from my short amount of funds And we get to my steps and I open the door To see a 3D face canvas on the wall Then I pour up a mix over Illmatic tracks She's flipping through the shelf of my magazine rack Intrigued and inquisitive, I'm seemingly innocent But underneath, well, the steez of a bigamist dwells She can't tell, she just nods to the music Eyes light up when she spots the acoustic And she asks if I play guitar and then after a jam over breaks with Nas We then embrace in arms and get naked fast And the rating's changed from "MA" to "R" [Chorus] Enough with the games Girl, I'm just passing through Hope I don't come off rude Just wanna know if I could So call it what you wanna call it Girl, I be eyeing you Just wanna holla at you, just wanna holla at you