Damn nigga what's wrong wit you

[Ras Kass]

(I reign) I reign more cop than Johnny

Sippin' tanquery with o.j.

Sportin' bruno mali

Not guilty but filthy

Smellin' like Chritstian Dior

Infiniti QX4 gimme yours

Of course sinnin

Swimmin' in the abdomen of pretty women

Love to love ya like Timbaland

When in the endin

Like three strikes in the ninth inning

I rock satin boxers cotton socks and denim

The game he kick, special teams couldn't return

Got you wild like a texturizer

Burn like the ultra-perm, toss it up like a geyser

Sosa, kosher, nostra, like keyser

And got a thing for rehabilitating hood-rats

Who keep their hair and nails done

And they legs waxed

I peep that, you got a man, but you want a homie

Love a friend, my sentiments exactly

Get at me

chorus [Karida Johnson]

I like your style, can we kick it, oh wow

Baby, so you can get at me

[Ras Kass] I got no game, It's just the women Understand my story

I got a man, but we can still be friends

So you can get at me, baby, baby-bay, baby

Verse Two

Some things make you happy just to be alive

Like seeing Toni Braxton naked on the cover of the vibe

Drive, like hitting two-twenty-five

In the pin with no spot

I survive drama and then know when to lick shots

Keep a top notch just a phone call away from my crotch

Never brought sand to the beach

Cause these streets is baywatch (true)

You know how we do

Satin lingerie I see through

Now she barely even kiss you

Leaving 1-7-7-1-5-4-0-0 on my pager (I miss you boo)

Your chicken-head