Everybody's in the major league 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 ladies room to powder her lines She be feeling like dyn-o-mite
Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed Some 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 last '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 Virgina 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 you Is it because I got my Rover outside See I just don't understand Is it 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 pocket book And you know I ain't open it up for no ---
Jizzable jazz, how could it be passes So come move that ass I know what you want to do You're looking for a phat wad lord of a god I don't have it for you So honey baby what you gonna do (Chorus)
Look into my eyes Tell me what you see I'm not pretentious I invent this vibe that you feel (Chorus)
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