[Hook: Joe]
I wanna get to know ya
I really wanna fuck 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 1: Young Buck]
I'm lovin' how you look in my eyes, swangin' them hips when you pass
I'm visualizing my name tattooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley, let's 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 I'm trouble
Maybe that's the reason you gave me the wrong number
She got me feelin' like, maybe she the wrong woman
Think I'm a be chasin' the chickenhead, you're 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 I'll have you doin' what you said that you won't do
Make a decision shorty, good things don't last long
Your girlfriend keeps showing me that thong
Before I head home I'm a stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it's on, holla at your boy.
[Hook: Joe]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Bitches be frustrated with a baller, wonder why I don't call her
Maybe because I'm 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 I'm in town, hate it when I'm 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
I'm 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 her frame
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 wasn't an entertainer, would she remain?
Surroundin me, houndin me, tryin to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your homey.
[Hook: Joe]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Don't 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, I'm legit now; I used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefits of world tours
Big house, big Benz - girl it's yours
Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws
You ain't got to look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don't indulge in my past; fuck what happened before you
Cause it means somebody's gonna hate you that never saw you
Come here- 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 tonight, we can have a ball tonight.
[Hook: Joe]
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