Games Biz Markie
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[Chorus]
Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel - ohh
.. games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games
[Verse 1]
Hi there good lookin', pretty sweet thang
I really want to put you under my wing
But every time I try you give me a hard time
Like I'm a murderer, or committing a crime
I try to do everything right for you
You're always givin' me excuses, makin' me blue
When I met you at Cancun, at Fiesta Americana
You lookin' tasty like strawberries and banana
I asked you your name you said "Lee-Lee from San Fran"
She said, "I have friends but I don't got a man"
I said, "Really?! As good as you look?
Lookin' like somethin' out a Playboy book?"
I thought I struck gold, ching-ching, the jackpot
Just the thought of you it be makin' me hot
When I step to you, you act funny style
You need to marinate on this for a while
Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel - ohh
.. games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games
[Verse 1]
Hi there good lookin', pretty sweet thang
I really want to put you under my wing
But every time I try you give me a hard time
Like I'm a murderer, or committing a crime
I try to do everything right for you
You're always givin' me excuses, makin' me blue
When I met you at Cancun, at Fiesta Americana
You lookin' tasty like strawberries and banana
I asked you your name you said "Lee-Lee from San Fran"
She said, "I have friends but I don't got a man"
I said, "Really?! As good as you look?
Lookin' like somethin' out a Playboy book?"
I thought I struck gold, ching-ching, the jackpot
Just the thought of you it be makin' me hot
When I step to you, you act funny style
You need to marinate on this for a while
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