Baby girl (I really like) Desert Storm (yeah)
I can't really explain it I'm so into you now, I want to be more than
a friend of you now When they ask, I mention my baby girl in the
interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90's
into 2 thou There's no reason to have a friend or two
now Cause the kid's ready to tell you how he feel
in a few vow's Maybe, I'm speaking general now
But girl I'mma do whatever just to keep a grin on you now
Where I go, they wear bikini's in the winter too now
What you think about, tan lines on the skin of you now
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou' On 5th Ave. shoppin' spree's, and them dinners
to Chow's] I ain't concerned what other men would do
now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin of you now
And I ain't jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it
I'm so into you I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it I'm so into you
Come on ma, it's more than a flashin' I woulda traded it all, in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashin' Just off the shore, so you can hear when water
be splashin' The drop top three and a quarter we dashin'
The flawless diamonds, and the border we flashin' The money, we oughta be stashin'
I make sure every quarter be cashed in, I can't really explain it
My friend be thinkin' I'm slippin', these girls be thinkin' I'm trippin'
What kinda weed he be smokin', what type of drinks you be sippin'
Sweet thing, just to think of you dippin Would have me with the blue's so hard, you
would think I was crippin' Now, you relaxin' in the Benz, credit cards
with no limits So you don't worry about maxin' when you spend
Ever since you've been askin' 'bout the friends How'd you like it if, both our name's had
Jackson on the ends, uh
I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it
I'm so into you I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it I'm so into you
I don't wanna trip, but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak, remind me of
those strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile, no matter how chipped my
tooth is With you, it ain't because my whips is roofless
Or sit on chrome dipped dub deuces And you ain't flattered by Canary envy es
dipped Jesus' Other ballers look dumb when they press you,
five and sixes You don't let them kinda numbers impress you
Even though I was somewhat successful Bein' a player was becomin' too stressful
But every since, the superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special
Let's fly to St. Bart, while the villa be painted
Just so we can get really acquainted The love is real, there's no way it could
feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it, uh, yeah
I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it
I'm so into you I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it
I'm so into you I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it I'm so into you
Ohhhh, no no no no no nooooo Oooohhhh no no
So into you
THIS IS ASHANTI, NOT TAMIA. THERE ARE TWO VERSIONS.