Sync Different

CHECK 1-2
Lyrics by Mattic
Beat by Mr.Gib

(Chorus)
It's like Im going crazy
This is for my lady
This is for my lady
See this is what made me
This is for my baby
This for my baby

It's like Im going crazy
This is for my lady
This is for my lady

(2nd Verse)
I never seen nobody like you
Your the one that I choose from your, head to your toes
from your cap to your shoes, I figure…

With a woman like this I can't lose
Two's for most men set with rules.
The do's and don't
Have not's I been shot, by a angel with a cannon
how'd the phantom get caught?

Like handcuffs on the waist of a cop
I'm i arrested?
Cause good women are hard to find lucky me has invested like money in Wahcovia
Love Being all over ya.

You can't tell
is the mission failed?
Pitching pennies to the bottom of wells till I excel
Let's get up on a cruise boat floating without a sail.
So that me and you can gel in heaven and hell swell.

You hit it on the nail and your body got cherry smell.
She loving my clientele
Queen we rock well and straighten up the frame like muscles on Mele Mel.

I'm not a MC who talking all that junk about who can beat who
sound like ah punk
I just get down and I go for mines and say check one two and walk down the line
It's so much baby yea give it sometime and say check one two and walk the thin line
My lady loving me true to mankind and say check one two, she more then a dime
say what?
She more then a dime
Say what?
She more then a dime

(Chorus)
Check one two
And walk down the line
(Repeat)
Check one two
There is a thin line
(Repeat)

I been in my car driving miles ad miles
Thinking bout your eyes and the way your face smiles

Yo I been in my house walking room to room
night to afternoon and this is what i consume
Your sweet perfume, sit under a full moon, Feeling beams catching photograph views of every seen.
A dream, it seems that's what i walked into
Self denial is destructive when alone with you.

Seize every opportunity, I check one two
I don't worry about no dudes really fucking with you.
If I was working at the club you would not pay, but we to old for that i got something to say.
I take it back like Dilla, my whole being is cool
So look at me and look at you (what)
Look at me, and look at you (what)
Look at me, and look at you

(Chorus)
It's like Im going crazy
This is for my lady
This is for my lady
See this is what made me
This is for my baby
This for my baby

It's like Im going crazy
This is for my lady
Come here baby

At The Wine Shop

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka

At the wine shop, on the post up
Eating cheese looking at this ladies butt.
I say that, but it don't make me crazy
It's just a compliment, I don't want you baby

Maybe we can plant a plan, I don't think so
You just want to back it up until my tip explode
Whoa !!!!
I ain't down with aggressive ass hoe's
I don't hit because I can I'm professional bro you know.

Lately now ah days women cause trouble
Get together with cupid and the they pop your bubble
Put you on a take off without a shuttle
So you better come prepared, lets organize a huddle.

How many times you been fucked over ?
A couple, had to walk away from the game like Mike Rucker.
Some keep it more nasty then a red neck trucker,
after six or seven glasses of some shit I'm seeing double.

I'm pretty cool with the women who run the shop, after hours we be burning on sticks and playing hip-hop.
They say I'm better then a under counter medicine
pop me in and swallow me down you up in heaven friend.

This one had voice that was raspy
smoking cigarettes and conversation it grasp me.
Gave one more glass, blew smoke out her mouth,
winked her eye and said it's all on the house
Her blouse !!!!

Half open, twins showing, blood system was flowing
to the tippy top, her card dropped around her ankles.
Man I want to spank her, bad girl discipline.
She listen to my ideas but I ain't speaking them.

Hit the splif and then she passed it me.
Wrapped a brother up a block of that cheese my motions freezed.
Leaned over said come and get
You ain't got to run come here and blow me a shotgun.

I put the joint in my mouth and burned my tongue
Coughing up the ashes to the beat of the drum.
She laughed and said I got to come home and take a bath
Were you off to this time of morning ?
You do the math…

Traditional song from South Africa.