(Ali)

It was a late friday night hangin with my boys

Smokin blunts, you know whats kickin dust, makin that noise

When I saw her on the lot, at the veggie spot

Gotta go coolio, that means its gettin too hot

Oh no, thats when I peeped that she was gettin

out the rappity bad, pullen out reefer

How could this be all this lust from me

The other Tics hopped out and got on the other three, but not me

Look at baby girl, Look at baby girl

Look at the lips on baby girl, Look at the hips on baby girl

They hopped back in all phone numbered up

tellin me that baby girl said what up

I'm like ok, thats how you play

I know your man ma, we cant do it that way



(Nelly)

(Chorus x2)

You gotta man I gotta woman we cant do it that

Maybe we can sit chillen, talk to me

I'm tryin to sound vocal but so soon when I see

I hate to see you leave but I'd love to see you walk away



(Ali)

(dont walk away)

But I know, fuckin with you might make my mind blow

Where could this end up, where could it go

Nothin but trouble, heartache thats fo sho

And that aint it, man but that body so fit

That aint it, all this lust I wants to hit

But that aint it, feelin like I'm losin control

That aint it, all these blunts and these bottles of mo

But I can picture me and her in the moonlight

Poolside in my summer home doin it right

With the butler and the maid, come bring me a lemonade

Umbrella for the shade, cloey glass for the raise

As we blaze, your man a quarterback threw a into

Touchdown, outta town in the Ferrari Rennal

Watchin Leno on 81 inches of tv

Mr. France, oui oui

Slow down, baby



(Chorus x2)



(Ms. Toi)

Oh strict ones get down when this shits is down

Now I was shackin up with a busta, this is what I found

I'm cashin big checks, so I dont need you now

I'm a single rich chick and I'm about to clown

Check what I said when I told you gonna do your thang

My shit, fellin it now, watch it bang

I'm a thorough ass chick, so Ima walk away

I know you hate to see me leavin, but I cant stay



(Chorus x4)