Ch-check this out
Hit
I know you gonna kick it) (x2)
(Uh-uh, yeah
I want a remix again
I think I want a remix again
Fuck 'em all day and fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
I want a remix again, I think I want a remix again
Bad Boy, 98)
They know, quarter past four
Left the club tipsy, say no mo' (say no mo)
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow (tomorrow)
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uh
Back of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh)
Man She split a drink on my cream Wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state
"You know what you do to me"
She starts, "Well but I don't usually"
Then I, whipped it out
I go, on and on and on and
Don't take her to the crib and let your bone in uh
Easy, call em on the phone and (x2)
(Ch-check this out
Hit
I know you gonna kick it) (x2)
rubber no doubt (ow)
Step out, show me what you all about (yea)
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww (aoowww)
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
I remember we, went to Tennessee (uh-huh)
Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
Bitch named Symone
Screamin, she feenin for the semen
Me being the man that I am
Took it to her condo, pronto (uh-huh)
Half Indian, I called her Tonto
Roll the kronk ton in the dark pronto (eh-eh)
Few puffs, I got low
And off to the bedroom we go *hmm*
Sex is drama, head to trauma
Rip pajamas
I go, on and on and on and
Don't take her to the crib and let your bone in uh
Easy, call em on the phone and (x2)
(Ch-check this out
Hit
I know you gonna kick it) (x2)
She like the way the dope fold up, Rolls roll up
Cristal till she throw up, bitch grow up
Hold up, there's De Genera
Dripped out, iceberg Capero
Intro goes without speaking
Call me Cease cause I keep em, we can go freakin
All weekend
Ladies, my Mercedes
Hold fo' in the back, two if it's fat
Keep a gat, cause cats, try to test me
They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley
Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin on
Gaudy years teens look like they painted on
I go, on and on and on and
Don't take her to the crib and let your bone in uh
Easy, call em on the phone and (x4)
(Ch-check this out
Hit
I know you gonna kick it) (x2)