Damn nigga, wrong wit you
Kass]
(I reign) I reign more cop Johnny tanquery with o.j. Sportin' mali Not guilty but Smellin' Chritstian Dior Infiniti QX4, yours Of course, Swimmin' in the abdomen of women Love to love ya, like When in the Like strikes in the ninth inning I rock boxers, cotton socks and denim The game he kick, special teams return Got you wild like a like the ultra-perm, toss it up like a geyser Sosa, kosher, nostra, keyser And got a thing for rehabilitating Who keep their hair and done And legs waxed I peep that, you got a man, but you a homie Love a friend, my exactly Get at me
[Karida Johnson]
I like your style, can we it, oh wow Baby, so you can get at me
[Ras Kass] I got no game, It's the women Understand my story
I got a man, but we can still be So you can get at me, baby, baby-bay,
Two
Some things you happy just to be alive Like Toni Braxton naked on the cover of the vibe Drive, like hitting In the pin with no I survive drama and know when to lick shots a top notch just a phone call away from my crotch Never brought sand to the Cause these streets is (true) You how we do Satin lingerie I see Now she barely even you 1-7-7-1-5-4-0-0 on my pager (I miss you boo) Your chicken-head was poultry and sultry That's the and reason why we committed adultery I swear, womens love from to welfare up these frequent flyer miles on Con-Air Her shoulda named her Casino She got the liquor in the her in the rear
Verse
You my steez though Dark and creole, I'm 'bout it Just without the Master P But see though, my tax bracket and increasin Make no You cant get a slice if you bake the cake To reverse My silly ex-bitch transport For twenty percent - She dressed up with no 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 under Like Gotti, now I'm signin' on the low Actin' Illuminati get mad, I'm only being honest It's Thomas (fuck you Ras) You Then freak me, slightly the hips And blow me a kiss your pussy lips Get at me
Get at me