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"