Honestly

[Intro: Terrace Martin] It’s your boy Terrace Martin What’s happenin’ y’all? Yeah, yeah… Yo, y’all remember these kind of records? That Prince-type, Stevie vibe? Remember, like, in the morning it’s your first to play Stevie for that feel good And in the evening time It would play Prince for the freaky shit (hey Caris, talk to me) [Hook:] I just want to be with you Is there something I can do Just to make you see how honestly You should be with me Tonight, is alright Morning flight I just got to let you know [tVerse 1: Kurupt] The bottom of the bottom of the ocean cracking Little momma all up on a nigga, what’s happening? I just left Paris on a yacht, floating Smoking on a bomb that’s oh-so-potent This type of shit you probably can’t relate to Sippin’ on Bahama mamas whole new mate-too? Now that’s the car that I’m a take to the premiere Of the new flick with me and Snoop Problems in the Porsche, TMACK in the Terris Aston Martin, film festival Paris Got me a girl that made her ticket On nothing but modelling and popping bottles And all she wanna do is freak with me She’s got that low-key freaky frequency Baby, if you want it, I got it I’m up on it , I spot it on a yacht And I got a whole lot of *bombs* [Verse 2: Kurupt] Stop, back to basics So many pretty ladies & so many new faces Everybody’s looking ‘round, just running their races After the same thing like smoking aces Nothing but a party in this bitch tonight In a place where bad couldn’t be more right Right couldn’t be more wrong tonight Tonight is the night for all intentions And leave at the door all prohibitions Tell your little boyfriend you didn’t mean to do it Go for what you know, put your back into it Stack up change, get that bread Little mama won’t you give me some Liittle mama won’t you show me that So quick, so fast, soon as she walk past I can tell she had ass in them pants Instead of playing the game or playing the lane Just play in your lane, that’s how you stay in the game The game ain’t changed, it’s all the same Just different faces on different names Different stages and different aims We both in-flight on different planes I can’t help but keep looking at them big ol’ bitties Enough games, show me your titties [Verse 3: Kurupt] Soon as you land we can roll out And pour our heart and soul out Until the party is poppin’ around 10 Get an early start, walk in Everybody gossiping, talking It’s me, Snoop, Daz Everybody ‘round us getting that cash Everybody ‘round us got their own stash If you got weed, I got hash [Hook:] I just want to be with you Is there something I can do Just to make you see how honestly You should be with me Tonight, is alright Morning flight I just got to let you know I just got to let you know (fade out)