Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Fabolous
Vocals
Tamia
Tamia
Sampled Artist
Dink
Dink
Keyboards
Ashanti
Ashanti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Robinson
Bob Robinson
Songwriter
Ernesto Shaw
Ernesto Shaw
Songwriter
Kenneth Ifill
Kenneth Ifill
Songwriter
Lionel Richie
Lionel Richie
Songwriter
Ronald LaPread
Ronald LaPread
Songwriter
Tim Kelley
Tim Kelley
Songwriter
John David Jackson
John David Jackson
Songwriter
Tamia Hill
Tamia Hill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duro
Duro
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Nick Howard
Nick Howard
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Baby girl (I really like)
Desert Storm (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
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 ninety's into two thou'
There's no reason 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'ma 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 fifth ave shopping 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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
Come on ma, it's more than a flashing
I woulda traded it all, in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashing
Just off the shore, so you can hear when water be splashing
The drop top three and a quarter we dashing
The flawless diamonds, and the border we flashing
The money, we oughta be stashing
I make sure every quarter be cashed in, I can't really explain it
My friend be thinking I'm slipping
These girls be thinking I'm tripping
What kinda wee he be smoking, what type of drinks you be sipping
Sweet thing, just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue's so hard, you would think I was cripping
Now, you relaxing in the Benz, credit cards with no limits
So you don't worry about maxing when you spend
Ever since you've been asking 'bout the friends
How'd you like it if, both our name's had Jackson on the ends, uh
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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 the deuces
And you ain't flattered by Canary VS dipped seuces
Other ballers look dumb when they press you, five and sixes
You don't let them kinda numbers impress you
Even through I was somewhat successful
Being a player was becoming to 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 Saint 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
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
Oh, no no
Oh, no no
So into you
Written by: B.Robinson, J. Jackson, Lionel Richie, R. Lapread, T.Kelley, Tamia
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