Everybody's in the major leagues

Ain't nobody wanna be straight up

I see the hotties on the way to work

They be waiting outside the club

See Samantha got a glass of wine

And in the corner she be laggin' behind

To the ladies room to powder her lines

She be feeling like dyn-o-mite



Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed

So come move that ass

I know what you wanna do

She's looking for a phat wad

Lord of a god you look good

Premonitions saved for later

'Cause for now we're understood



Chorus:

A me oh my God ya look so fine

I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A me oh my God ya look so fine

I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virginia Slim, can I get in

I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep

I got hills in the back that are plenty steep

And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide



Yes all the eyes that be staring at me

Is it because I got my Rover outside

See I just don't understand

Is that you think you can play me fly

No I don't think so girl

I've been through it many times before

I got a tight poket book

And you know I ain't open it up for no ---



Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed

So come move that ass

I know what you wanna do

You're lookin' for a phat wad Lord of a god

I don't have it for you

So honey baby what you gonin' do



Chorus:

A me oh my God ya look so fine

I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A me oh my God ya look so fine

I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virginia Slim, can I get in

I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep

I got hills in the back that are plenty steep

And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide



Look into my eyes

Tell me what you see

I'm not pretentious

I invent this vibe you feel