(What what, just keep me laced up,
Vanilla tracy, seasons Barcardi,
us go round the Doe'shae,
Garbana sippin pure zae with the ill na na,
I had you and all your teasing your jones,
your royalties and your Pools,
now we lace Bonnie and Clyde now making Jamaica,
You're the only one for me
You're the only one I need
Can't no body make me feel, the way you makin' me feel
And girl you know this love is real
hold on tight and don't let go
baby I'm about to explode(oh yeah)
Cause all my love, I can't control (ooh)
I'll spend the night with you
If you promise you will do
All the things ti make me scream Baby,
Cause tonite you taste like icecream(hmm hmm hmm mm)
I wanna make you fall in love
Make you touch the stars above
Bring it down low and be my friend
I'll come back again and again
and again and again and again(oh oh oooh)
Can you feel me...comin' down
Foxy: what? Let me get that Lex,
lovin sex, what up in the Quarry'os flashin,
look at that Saturn Lobes and Laya Jets Coupes,
my one stackin, you didn't know that I be mack' uh,
Then trips to Beliz had had you lining on your knees Uh,
not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas
the 40 room palace that made you style this(uh)