Song: I Really Like It ~~ 1999 ~~ 3:42
Artist: Harlem World featuring Mase and Kelly Price
LP/CD: Mase Presents Harlem World The Movement ~~ So-So Def ~~ 1999
Composers: P. Jones~S. Betha~Mason Betha~Maurice Starr~Michael Jonzun~Etterlane Jordan~William DeBarge~Eldra DeBarge

{You make me feel}
{It’s the real thing, girl}
Talk about it, talk about it
What you want, huh
1-2, 1-2
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
1-2, 1-2
Ha, ha, ha
1-2, 1-2
Y-y-yo’, yo’, yo’

Nowadays girls be out for the money and things
But to me it’s all sweet when I’m runnin’ my game
I give ‘em nothing but game till it’s stuck in they brain
So once it’s stuck in they brain then I front up the game
I’m in the want ad, lookin’ for a special woman
That’s gonna gimme what I need anytime I want it
I take a cruise to Aruba, I’ll bring you with me
Then let you float out on the beach with your string and your G
I need a pretty mama, city mama, diddy boppa
Like to go to great adventures in a mini chopper
That get her own chips, push her own six
And make me do my sits when I finish my dips

I like it, I like it
I really, really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get, boy

I like it, I like it
I really, really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get, boy

Yo’ real chicks do real things
Like find a man wit’ a deal that still wanna swing
Always speak my mind whenever I feel things
Probably got no ends, but I’mma still swing
And my real chicks feel what I mean
Am I right, am I tight
Do this chick bring it to the light
Is my body so right I could even attract a dyke
Um, Baby Stase, um, Baby Stase
While you was lovin’ John Doe, I copped a condo
While you was layin’ backs down, I was’ layin’ tracks down
See, for a fact now, it’s intact now
It’s no need to beef, it’s my turn to eat
Bring the drama to a cease, cars I don’t lease
I push a green Z-3, watch a screen TV, what
I’mma forever rise, rings be such a size
Girls be petrified, this will have you mesmerized

I like it, I like it
I really, really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get, boy

I like it, I like it
I really, really like it (Yeah, kid Harlem on the rise)
You want it and you know it (All out, all out)
But you play hard to get, boy

Yo’, you better do what I say, yo’, or get the 380
Long time comin’ but waitin’ for my day though
My man Blako, did a scene Hollywaco
If he could take three shots, he could take four
I’m on the low-low, but wit’ a lot of dough though
And I hate a smart chick, gimme me a dodo
That gimme more pleasin’ and more reason
Just to lay up in Cali in The Four Season
Wit’ a chick half black, half Indonesian
Appalachian, I know this sound non-believin’
Split the rims on the Benz every four seasons
Open up a new account just to through Gs in
Got a greedy chick followin’ me for no reason
And my girl stick around if she know I’m cheatin’
What, Harlem World, Harlem World the clique
Harlem World the clique, come on now

I like it, I like it
I really, really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get, boy

I like it, I like it
I really, really like it (Yeah, kid, Harlem on the rise)
You want it and you know it (And you don’t want no problem with us guys)
But you play hard to get, boy (All out, all out, all out)

M-A-$-E, yeah, Baby Stase
Cardan, Loon, Meeno
Huddy Combs, Blinky Blink, yeah, yeah
Kianna, Cuda Love, Black Fred, Chico
What-what-what-what
J-M, MC, Cristal, B-Rock, Gutter
What the, what the, uh
You don’t stop
Ruff Ryder, DMX, LOX, Bad Boy
Yeah, So-So Def
JD

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: February 25, 1999