[Intro/Chorus: Joe] I wanna get to know ya I really wanna thug you, baby One dose of your lovin I know it gon drive me, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One dose of my lovin I know it gon drive you, crazy [Verse One: Young Buck] Im lovin how you look in my eyes, swangin them hips when you pass Im visualizin my name tattooed on that ass baby Jump on this Harley, lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley Sip some Bacardi then go pull up at the after party I think we make a perfect couple, but you think Im trouble Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number (what?) She got me feelin like, maybe she the wrong woman Think Ima be chasin the chickenhead, youre on somethin Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time And your Gucci boots the same color as mine If you read between the lines you can see that I want you I betcha Ill have you doin what you said that you wont do Make a decision shorty, good thangs dont last long Your girlfriend keeps showin me that thong Before I head home Ima stop at your house and blow the horn If you come outside you know its on, holla at your boy [Chorus] [Verse Two: Lloyd Banks] Now bitches be frustrated with a baller, wonder why I dont call her Maybe because Im busy and she need someone to spoil her It gets annoying, from time to time I gotta ignore her In order to let her know that we friends and nuttin more She loves it when Im in town, hate it when Im not around I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound Pictures hittin the ground, just enough to hold us down Im stickin and movin, cruisin after the third round Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy I can make a forty-year old feel like a young lady I admit I fell in love with a friend And to make her feel special I let her call my by my government name Her panties wet over fame, fell in love with my chain I wonder if I wasnt an entertainer, would she remain? Surroundin me, houndin me, tryin to be my ON-LY Im not your boyfriend, Im your HO-MEY [Chorus] [Verse Thre: 50 Cent] Yeah Dont know what fuck me up more, watchin her lick her lips Or watchin her walk, she hypnotized me with her hips man I sweet talk her if she like Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right? Look, Im legit now, I used to break laws Now you can reap the benefits of world tours Big house, big Benz, girl its yours Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws You aint got ta look like a model for me to adore you All you gotta do is love me and be loyal Dont indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you Cause to me some bunnys gon hate you that never saw you Cmere, let me touch on you, I let you touch on me Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me Let me ride on you and you can ride on We can do it all the night, we can have a baller night [Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ variations {*ad libs to end*}
Artist: G-Unit
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