f/ Mya, Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga
Keith Sweat, Busta Rhymes I love to stand up in corners With thugs, holdin' it down Sippin' on somethin' poly and contract Love to floss heavy with shine for that ass I love to hit and drop bombs right on top of that ass I like to watch my whole crew break bread We thug marraige, select chicks Not whips, it's just some of the wild shit
And maybe since you're curious Take a ride and find out what
Is all I need to make you see Why don't you come home with me And I'll give you everything your body needs
Gotta keep your eyes closed Comin' three or four times So many things I wanna do
Yeah, I like to keep heads guessin' Blow they whole mind if I find 'em interestin' Lyrics came as a blessin' Tryna guess who I'm sexin' Cool type of mami like Thug Castradami Take a few years to get near the punani Now, see me with a apple or vanilla Martini While I get the biggest kicks