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Lyrics
Mo-Mo Pt. II
1st Verse
I seen her in the caf� one day
It was a Wednesday.
I asked her for her number and she told me, “No Comprehende?”
Her girlfriend starts to laugh, that’s when I double back and step to her once again wit-
“Oh, it’s like that?”
Sittin’ reminiscing about the first time I got dissed then,
She starts to get up. So I had to push up. She had my palms bleeding sweat yall
‘Cause she was kinda of fly but still I persisted just to hear her reason why?
Had me twisted like a jazz sax. I couldn’t relax, thinkin’ back to the past all the breaks and mishaps. Got me looking towards the next ‘cause her spell has got me under.
Wonder, what I got to do just to get your phone number?
I know you got a man. I’d be yours if you’d let me visit.
Just remember, if he ever flips then you can dial my digits
No pun intended.
Play like Jermaine Jack and “Let’s get serious!”
Hun, I’m ready for a steady gig if you’re curious?
She replied by saying, “Bye-bye.’ Now I could just die.
‘Cause I can’t take no more of this…Passin’ me by!
So I put my number on the counter and I said my name’s “Jo.”
Give me a call sometime soon, maybe…when you get home?
2nd Verse
Man, this girl had me stressed out; feelin’ out; I’m in the middle.
Did she leave me odd man out and why is this all a riddle?
Really ridiculous, how the game go. I watched her play it.
Took my number when I gave just so she could hit the pavement.
In the meantime, I’ve been going mad waitin’ for a phone call.
No ring, no dial tone all I got back was the same song…
“It may respond if you try again.”
But I didn’t no her name all I had was her friend’s.
In the end, I going down like a Mary J. song.
I wish I knew her name then- at least I’d make a phone call.
But chances are she’d hang me up before I got my words out,
Then once it got back then I would be ass’d out.
In the middle of a perfect circle straight up square like…
“Please, pick up. You out there?”
The whole situation had me stressed and ready to act
‘Till I heard the phone ring now who was that?
Mo-Mo Pt. II cont’d
3rd Verse
Honey finally dialed me up and she said her name was, “Mo-Mo.”
Now her voice has got me spinnin’ just like a trumpet solo on the low-low.
I think she’s the one, the one to kick it with
Not momentarily…but for eternity- had me open.
I couldn’t loose sight, don’t wanna rush it but you wanna come over and we’ll cook a
little something? Don’t start fronting. ’Cause I’mma back off and set it off.
Maybe you I could meet and play a round of mini-golf, off the turnpike?
Now, ‘Tonight’s the night’ let’s do it right.
Picked her up at her crib at eight so we could take flight.
Had me looking at her back end and I just couldn’t stop
‘Cause her “bum-bumps, bum-bumps” make my jimmy pop.
Naw I’m just playin,’ Love no need to slow up.
Yeah, you’ve had others like in the past but Baby, hold up!
Ain’t no race to get to know you girl, I apologize
But I see our unborn kids in your eyes.
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