
Let me tell you about this girl named Cim
Yo she put me in the mood when the lights get dim
I'm quick to give her the eye while she's walking by
Peak [?] physique, this chick's real fly
Son, you know I got more game than Milton Bradley
But as something glanced at me in a trance , I got it badly
Now she has me attending every party
We were made for each other like weed and Bob Marley
At least that's my perspective
But yo, she isn't even mine and I'm overprotective
Cause the game brothas spit, it be pathetic
Since she got clout, you know she's kinda big-headed
And I heard the chick goes both ways
And she's in the [?], I ain't had none in days
So I make my move, grab this chick by her waist
Tellin' her my name [?]then kick game at a slow pace
I can tell she was a [?]bitch by the feedback she's giving me
But I want her anyway, I make sure she remembers me
Brothas in the industry know about her clout
Pleasure, she'll be giving me, during mouth-to-mouth

Without you in my life I feel like it's incomplete
[?] you pick up every word that I speak
My sweet, you make me weak, I gotta have you
Before anotha brotha try to come and grab you
Without you in my life I feel like it's incomplete
[?] you pick up every word that I speak
My sweet, you make me weak, I gotta have you
Before anotha brotha try to come and grab you

Now, Cim spit down[?] for all the ni***s in my clique
And I'm still with this chick, man, ain't that some shit
It seems like she don't give a fuck about me
But I could care less, the girl drives me crazy
That's my baby, word is born, she's my one and only
Even though she fucked my homies
Without this ho I'm lonely
Up at 2:00 in the morn', writing letters in [?]
To impress her, hoping I get a chance to caress her
Always seducing me, constantly boosting me
For no damn reason, I wish she would stop playteasing
Walk this way as they play an instrumental
Am I drooling? [?] my spit is only accidental
The essence of your presence causes stipulation
I want you all to [?] my occupation
And I'm about to start working overtime
You're goddamn right, I'm ready to fight over mine
I make love to her on top of turntables
Or in the studio, if she's willing and able
Having verbal intercourse all damn night
And this is dedicated to the love of my life
Which is my mic, yo, the love of my life
Which is my mic, uh, yo, the love of my life
That's my mic, word, yo, the love of my life
That's my mic, word, uh

Without you in my life I feel like it's incomplete
[?] you pick up every word that I speak
My sweet, you make me weak, I gotta have you
Before anotha brotha try to come and grab you
Without you in my life I feel like it's incomplete
[?] you pick up every word that I speak
My sweet, you make me weak, I gotta have you
Before another brotha try to come and grab you

Before another brotha, before another brotha
Before another brotha try to come and grab you
Before another brotha, before another brotha
Before another brotha try to come and grab you
When I make love to my mic, the crowd respond
When I make love to my mic, the crowd respond
When I make love to my mic, the crowd respond
When I make love to my mic, the crowd respond
When I make love to my mic, the crowd respond
When I make love to my mic, the crowd respond
When I make love to my mic, the crowd respond