2000, and it goes like (Uh, huh, yeah, yeah) This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? Talk all night, are we gonna screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you I like to push up on chicks like it's the last record Take 'em to the telly get buck passed naked Let 'em feel the power, lick 'em if it don't taste sour Hit 'em in the shower for an hour Give 'em that feeling, Sauce Money for real and Let her get on top if there's mirrors on the ceiling Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice My device makes her say 'Damn, that nigga's nice' Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivot Pass your seven digits if you're with it Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockin' Nine times outta ten, it's on and poppin' Ain't no stopping, victory's in the air Bring a friend next time, let's do it again Bring your whole crew if you see through me And we can meet on the BQE And it goes like This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? Talk all night, are we gonna screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? Talk all night, are we gonna screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you Had this bitch bragging Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin' Huh, could you imagine Shaking your tail just like a dragon? Here comes my worse flame In the morning 'Hot 97' the first thing Deny it, hell, yeah, y'all don't buy it I don't eat no kind of fish if you can't fry it But who knows, maybe, one day I'll try it But for now, slow down too much lip is killin' your diet Can I get it, what? Get it wet When he hit it first, can I get it next? Shit you the best It ain't wack to be with both of us, mami actually I'm Eddie Kane Jr., that nigga me You want me to feel what he feel when it's tight And I know he don't be doing it right But it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dicks Shit, we got nigga's rides on our wrists Play your cards right, you'll be driving the 6 Shopping all day hoppin' out in the Dist. Popping the Crist., shit hoppin' outta your wrist Popping your shit, New York's hottest bitch From the ghetto to the Stilletto's But you gotta do it two times like an echo, y'all feelin' that This is how we run it down the line Nigga Sauce goes first, Jigga next to rhyme This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? Talk all night, are we gonna screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? Talk all night, are we gonna screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you I see you got a lot to get off your chest Coat, blouse, bra, don't talk me to death Like murder's on your mind mami, off the dress Jigga ran game 'til I lost my breath Last thing I need to know is what it costs for sex What you need to know is if I lost respect Don't have to worry if you do Sauce correct I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don't even sweat that Uh, dime pieces I'm hittin' Four in the morning Frosted Flakes in your kitchen Now you want me to start trickin', I suppose That's when the first face off kicks in We don't love these hoes This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? Talk all night, are we gonna screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? Talk all night, are we gonna screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you © MCA MUSIC PUBLISHING; SEPTEMBER 6 MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com