Damn nigga, what's wit you
Kass]
(I reign) I more cop than Johnny tanquery with o.j. Sportin' mali Not but filthy Smellin' Chritstian Dior QX4, gimme yours Of course, in the abdomen of pretty women Love to love ya, Timbaland in the endin Like three strikes in the ninth I rock satin boxers, cotton and denim The game he kick, special teams return Got you like a texturizer Burn the ultra-perm, toss it up like a geyser Sosa, kosher, nostra, keyser And got a for rehabilitating hood-rats Who keep hair and nails done And they legs I peep that, you got a man, but you want a Love a friend, my exactly Get at me
chorus Johnson]
I your style, can we kick it, oh wow Baby, so you can get at me
[Ras Kass] I got no game, just the women Understand my story
I got a man, but we can be friends So you can get at me, baby, baby-bay,
Two
Some things make you happy just to be Like seeing Toni naked on the cover of the vibe Drive, like two-twenty-five In the pin no spot I survive drama and know when to lick shots Keep a top just a phone call away from my crotch Never sand to the beach these streets is baywatch (true) You how we do Satin lingerie I see Now she even kiss you Leaving on my pager (I miss you boo) Your chicken-head was poultry and sultry That's the rhyme and why we committed adultery I swear, womens from bel-air to welfare Chalkin' up these flyer miles on Con-Air Her momma shoulda named her She got the in the front Poke her in the
Verse
You know my though skin and creole, I'm 'bout it Just without the Master P But see though, my tax decent and increasin no mistake You cant get a slice if you bake the cake To reverse My ex-bitch transport brick For percent - commission She up with no where to go While I'm blowin up your like Marilyn Monroe For show, at my girl party, But I she caught me like a nazi Now I'm servin', she got me surveilence Like John Gotti, now I'm on the low Actin' straight Don't get mad, I'm being honest Clarence Thomas (fuck you Ras) You Then freak me, below the hips And blow me a kiss with your lips Get at me
Get at me