you don't come home Long as you call me and let me know you alright I'ma stay offa ya phone Ain't none of that drivin by ya mama house or callin private
hate and I don't give a fuck about nothin' fuck-a-nigga, fuck-a-bitch let me get that straight ain't no love I'm not ya blood or ya cuz nigga, bitch I
the M Let me tell you what I wanna do, Let me show you that I'm feelin' you Wanna freak,wanna ride with you Wanna taste, wanna put my lips all over you Can't
U-S [112:] Let me tell you What I wanna do Let me show you That I'm feelin you Wanna sex wanna Ride with you you Wanna kiss wanna Put my lips all over
IT!) DON'T STOP, WORK IT! (DON'T, DON'T...) OWW! PUMP IT UP, PUMP IT UP! OWW! (GET LOOSE NOW!) A PARTY, BABY! (SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT!) 2 LIVE, BABY! (IT AIN'T
Kid Ice got the flow And now is the time to come get yours Freaky shit is what I like, Especially when them bitches dykes So shake that ass, and bitch, don't
[Chorus 4x: Brother Marquis] Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance? Hell no!! Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table
So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist' Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice
you be my private dancer? [Chrous] [Verse 3: Brother Marquis] What your mama gave ya shouldn't be cherished Show me a shot, baby, don't be embarrassed
a sudden change of flavor Hoes kissin' my ass wantin' to do me favors But no matter how they tried to fuck with my pride Ice Cold Productions won't slip
, hold on. Yeah, that's the one by me, yo. Yeah. [the beat starts] They just don't know, I'm in the strip club tonight. I ain't seen allo' y'all comin
suckas wanna stall it Some people worry about the wrong thing But why worry about what we're sayin'? 'Cause we're gonna do what we wanna do, And if y'
, head to the park No need for candle lights, panel doors will do In case you wanna play a little peek-a-boo So if you got a trick, head to the spot You know what
I'll blow out your brain {Verse 2: Young Buck} Possessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home I can't eat if the rest of this shit ain't