[Chorus]I wanna get to know youI really wanna $#&@ you, babyOne dose of your lovin'I really wanna to drive you , crazyI wanna be your loverI wanna get to command you, babyOne dose of your lovin'I'm simply going to drive you , crazy[Young Buck]Im lovin' how you look in my eyesSwingin' them hips when you passI'm visualizing my name tatooed on that $$# babyJump on this HarleyLets go smoke some of that Bob MarleySip some BacardiThen go pull up at the afterpartyI think we make a perfect coupleBut you think I'm troubleMaybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong numberShe got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman"Think im'a be chasin' the chicken head, you on somethin'Your toes painted, hair fixed all the timeAnd your Gucci boots the same color as mineIf you read between the lines you can see that I want youI betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't doMake the decision shorty good things don't last longYour girlfriend keep showin' me that thongBefore I head homeIm'a stop at your house and blow the hornIf you come outside you know it's onHolla at yo boy[Chorus][Lloyd Banks](*##$es be frustrated with the ballerWonder why I don't call herMaybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spoil herIt gets annoying from time to time I gotta ignore herIn order to let her know we'll be friends and nothing moreShe loves it when I'm in townHate it when I'm not aroundI get her and wear downNext door neighboors hear the soundPictures hittin' the groundJust enough to hold us downI'm stickin' n' moving cruising after the third roundJust lay back baby and let me drive you crazyI can make a 40 year old feel like a young ladyI admit I fell in love with a frameAnd to make her feel special I let her call me by my goverment nameHer panties wet over fameFall in love with my chainI wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remainSurrounding me hounding me trying to be my onlyI'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.[Chorus][50 Cent](Yeah) Now, what would $#&@ me up moreWatching her lick her lipsOr watching her walk, she hypnotize me with her hips manI sweet talk her if she likeCause all she really want is a ^!$$% to treat her right, rightLook I'm legit now used to break lawsNow you can reap the benefits of world toursBig house big Benz girl its yoursMink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flawsYou ain't go to look like a model for me to adore youAll you gotta do is love me and be loyalDon't indulge in my past, $#&@ what happened before youCause their be some honies gonna hate you that never saw youCome here, let my touch on you I let you touch on mePut my tongue on you you put your tongue on meLet me ride on you and you can ride onWe can do it all the nightWe can have a ball tonight[Chorus]