Gotcha

[Intro: Tyler Woods] "Shoot, shoot 'em up" (Yeah) "Shoot, shoot 'em up" (Ah) "Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up" "Gotcha" Yeah, ha, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh yeah Hoo ooh hoo, yeah, yeah Ooh hoo hoo, oh oh, oh Baby girl, baby girl, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Tyler Woods] Oh, oh, I ("Got—, gotcha") need your love You got me caught up In between choosing love, my mind is made up Lady, I don't question love as long as you answer I'm begging you please, hear my plea [Verse 1: Geechi Suede] I give you all my time and my dividends Beamers, buggys with lizard skin All I is naggin', no affection, no passion What happened to celebratin', phone sex, masturbatin' Late night never fail, long distance conversatin' Been met the parents, plus I bonded with the family So why keep fallin' in insanity and how can it be You askin' me to choose between my music and you This is something I never imagined we would be going through ("Gotcha")- [Verse 2: Sonny Cheeba] Tell me how you make a pimp cry, how you got the pearly Spent around your neck, girl, how you make me spend cheese? Make me carry photos, show it to my chief crooks Said I'm off my best lean (Man, you off the meat hook) How you make 'em say that, and you know I don't care How you on the meanest magazine stylin' the mohair How you the, best ever? How could I ever cheat and smile at ya? Gotcha ("Gotcha")- [Chorus: Tyler Woods] Oh, oh, I ("Got—, gotcha") need your love You got me caught up In between choosing love, my mind is made up Lady, I don't question love as long as you answer I'm begging you please, hear my plea [Verse 3: Geechi Suede] This ain't no merry-go-round, this ain't no carousel ride But this is my first plea, and this is my last cry She worse than paparazzi, probably buggin' my Huaraches Wanna listen and watch me, why don't you trust me and love me Let me tell you my secrets and show you all of my gratitude I'm doing this for us so you should dead the attitude We said we would always sip 'zé 'til we old and gray And maybe one day have a wedding bouquet and hey [Verse 4: Sonny Cheeba] I'm in a four-seater, mack leaner, Cadillac doors Four ninas track Cheeba, see me speed off (Why?) Magic is magic (But is she right?) Romantic's romantic (Now catch me on the fly) But not here and not now Meet me on the blue love, red cloud of passion Match Cheeba fashion, his and her minks His and her watches, she and his cash [Chorus: Tyler Woods] Oh, oh, I ("Got—, gotcha") need your love You got me caught up In between choosing love, my mind is made up Lady, I don't question love as long as you answer I'm begging you please, hear my plea [Verse 5: Geechi Suede] She saying, "Bang, bang," steady shootin' up my movie Why she think she always gonna catch me with some groupies? I can't help it if women wanna pursue me But it's you that soothe me, they just wanna use me [Verse 6: Sonny Cheeba] I told her tiptoe, blindfold, walkin' through the cascade It's me in her world, we gon' live it 'til the last day She at the top of my list for the diamond race Plus for the diamond lace, diamonds on a ring [Chorus: Tyler Woods] Oh, oh, I ("Got—, gotcha") need your love You got me caught up In between choosing love, my mind is made up Lady, I don't question love as long as you answer I'm begging you please, hear my plea [Outro] "Got—, gotcha" "Shoot 'em up movies" "Gotcha" "Shoot 'em up movies"