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more condoms than TLC
Um, speakin' of which, you know how I troop
Late Thursday night playing ball at run and shoot
I see my girl Chilli in her Lexus
Vers I
Back in 1992, bababadabababadabababada

It was two years after New kids hit the charts
Six years after Madonna stole my heart
It was TLC

Quickie

TLC

3D

TLC

2002

for it like that
Chilli's fly she's got it like that
TLC and that's where it's at
I'm T-Boz I got it like that
Left Eye's dope she's got it like
at understanding the depths of the good women
Yeah that's me cause that's the way that Chilli's livin'

Das da way we like 'em
Das da way we like 'em
Das da way we
that's where I'm at
Understanding the depths of the good women
Yeah that's me cause that's the way that Chilli's livin'

Das da way we like 'em
Das da
'Cause that's where I'm at understanding the depths of the good women
Yeah that's me cause that's the way that Chilli's livin'

Das da way we like 'em
Ooh baby, ooh yeah, it's tender love again
Tender love…Tender love

Hey there, where are you going?
I won't let you pass me by without
don't know
Don't know
TLC
Yeah baby I
Left Eye
T-Boz
Chilli
Dallas
I don't know don't know
Don't know
What's up
What's up
I
Yo mic check 1-2, 1-2
We in the house
Yeah come on
1992 TLC kickin' off in your mother
So ya best be duckin' fast
Yo T-Boz is ya being a boss
before and I can do it again
Sho don't need you to be my man

Yep, yep (hey) get up on the TLC tip

Bad by myself
I can do bad, bad by my damn self
Cool they want me not knowin' I'm soon to be the "L" of TLC
Word up T.B.O.Z. that's T-Boz
Saucin' it up is Chilli
We three alike all small in height
And we the realest
Fuck real estate, we in the realest state
Counting paper bills behind the bill of gates
Peak out my Left Eye, look at her Chilli face
Yo mic check 1-2, 1-2
We in the house
Yeah come on
1992 TLC kickin' off in your mother
So ya best be duckin' fast
Yo T-Boz is ya being a boss
then when my Papa he jus saw a Roach
He dropped his Red Hot Chilli Peppers and then he ran home
And jus went and called up John the Mayor on the phone
At the single mingle happy hour
The one man band begins to sing
Accompanied by a drum machine

[Chorus]

White divorced swinging male
Seeks company to no
A tide of mystic light so consuming shadows take a life of their own.
But you won't see them walk around. CFR (Council on Foreign Relations). 
TLC
All this la-la-la and this, TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit
I'm not with that..

Yeah! You listenin to the sounds, of the one, Rhythm X --
the streets)

(Everyday be listening to 90's music)

Stones at my window, like Romeo
Shot by Cupid with the bow and arrow
Old school, make me drool, roses at my
me, you must be gun simple son
I kick a funky flow like a bowl of rolled chilli's

(chorus)

(verse 3)
Now put your mind on the matter, to call your
[Virtual Vicky]
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say: "What it is."
You scream: "What it ain't."
help me, 
She's out of her mind
Help me, somebody
Oh help me, tonight

Prancing, around a low lit light
Running rags over her shoulders
Red chilli
to the heart of this town

This town has its own sweet charms
Open your heart and it'll open its arms
Take you by the hand and show you around
There's still
the streets)

(Everyday be listening to 90's music)

Stones at my window, like Romeo
Shot by Cupid with the bow and arrow
Old school, make me drool, roses
groups like SWV and TLC
Can't see B.I.G. with telepathy
The recipe, a pinch of hardcore with a gun
Pimping ain't easy but it sure is fun
When I bust my
windows down
Ask your girl I'm the realest nigga she been around
I pull up in something new and park it by the haters
And when you get to talking 'bout