Intro:
Bout to put it to 'em
With some ghetto slick shit
Check it out
One time for your motherfuckin' mind
Yo, I'm sayin, they gon' smell me on this one, nigga
No doubt
Check it out
Oh yeah
Listen
Verse 1:
On the cross town with the top down
Sounds bangin' out the backseats (alright)
Me an' shorty two deep
She's flashing me thighs
Wind blowing through her hair
Baby we can take it there
(Take it there)
But first I gotta make my rounds
Baby slow down
My crib's on the other side of town
But from the look in her eyes
She was hypnotized
Rubbed her hands on my chest
An' started gettin' undressed
Tell me why
Chorus:
Could it be my chromed out whip?
Break ya neck when you see a nigga dip
Or could it be the ice you see?
But you tell me that you're really feelin' me
Could it be the word on the block?
Know they told you that a nigga got it locked
Tell me why you just can't stop
I'm thinkin that it's all about me
Or could it be?
Verse 2:
I got the sixty-inch flat tv, what
Got it like DVD
Whateva you need
I got the bubbles in the tub with the back rub
Silk sheets baby when we make love
Oh girl, I wanna hit it in the worst way
After that you'll be comin' back like every day
Send you back to your girls with somethin' else to say
How I hit it, split it had you wit it
'Til the break of day
Chorus
Verse 3:
Could it be the drop top Benz
That got your friends goin' out on a limb
Slidin' me numbers when you ain't watchin' them
Playin' me close but I'm not feelin' them
Could it be the time piece flooded wit chips?
Is it because I flex baguettes around my wrist?
The large amounts up in my bank account
You tell me you love me, baby
But what's that all about?
Chorus (twice)