(Chorus)
If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
Come on shorty let me know
We can get together, we could do whatever
But you cant get no doe
(Verse 1)
Yo, since the Mona video you been trackin' me down
tryin' to figure out how I look impersonal, Baby
forget rooks tell me can you roll with crooks
the three hot niggas rising in the Billboards, nigga
we look to change from the big lands, big bitches
big Benz tryin' to make D-O-E and,
the thick chicks love us, big dick style niggas
Crystal niggas, ya'll finesse the rich style niggas
you didn't love me when my name was Sean
Now you should see how bitches act when the Benjamins come on
but I ain't hatin' em, you gotta scream the way females play
Quick schemes and Negligie to make a clean get-away
fly thug where the Willies stay, and she pay nothing
stash what you heard, gifts are frontin'
I stashin' mad chips gettin' drunk up with the China
club, while you gettin' schemed cuz you did a minor
(Verse 2)
I know she wit it, I bet a brick I could hit it
Black tire affair I gotta fresh pair of British
Ice Berg shirts ice along with it
turquoise, 9-11 porsche windows tinted
the honey got alot of Jags, You gotta fill it
Honey gotta alot of bags, then she went inside to find her (?)
Lil' Kim when she set up her choice, like my voice
my thug style made her category
that's the realist shit I heard, that's my word
(?), I'm the nigga she deserves
I put em on the hole in (?), rockin' furs
liftin' weights and speak without using words
if she ain't proper I still gotta drop her
Sheik dont like her, had a dream that I shot her
I cant buy you (?), you get nada
I'm the bounce with the chick that be lookin' a little hotter
(Chorus)
x1
They was never mine for me to dump em
and just like checkers, after they make a move I'm a jump em
It's like this girlfriend I'm a keep it real,
every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel
I'm a Bad Boy so I'm cased up with whips
Guess what, I got more nuts than chips
And they gonna melt right in your mouth
not in your hand, You know you aint my girl
and I'm not your man
But do you still wanna lick me?
or is because I'm a (?) Niggee, and I know Biggie
and I dont mess with no fat ladies
but if you pay like you weigh then you can stay baby
we straight slide, gimme more like that
with this honey named (?), cuz she blow like that
and when we finish dont look at me like I owe nothin'
cuz if you really dig me then let me know something
(Chorus 2X)
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(Chorus)
If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
Come on shorty let me know
We can get together, we could do whatever
But you cant get no doe
(Verse 1)
Yo, since the Mona video you been trackin' me down
tryin' to figure out how I look impersonal, Baby
forget rooks tell me can you roll with crooks
the three hot niggas rising in the Billboards, nigga
we look to change from the big lands, big bitches
big Benz tryin' to make D-O-E and,
the thick chicks love us, big dick style niggas
Crystal niggas, ya'll finesse the rich style niggas
you didn't love me when my name was Sean
Now you should see how bitches act when the Benjamins come on
but I ain't hatin' em, you gotta scream the way females play
Quick schemes and Negligie to make a clean get-away
fly thug where the Willies stay, and she pay nothing
stash what you heard, gifts are frontin'
I stashin' mad chips gettin' drunk up with the China
club, while you gettin' schemed cuz you did a minor
(Verse 2)
I know she wit it, I bet a brick I could hit it
Black tire affair I gotta fresh pair of British
Ice Berg shirts ice along with it
turquoise, 9-11 porsche windows tinted
the honey got alot of Jags, You gotta fill it
Honey gotta alot of bags, then she went inside to find her (?)
Lil' Kim when she set up her choice, like my voice
my thug style made her category
that's the realist shit I heard, that's my word
(?), I'm the nigga she deserves
I put em on the hole in (?), rockin' furs
liftin' weights and speak without using words
if she ain't proper I still gotta drop her
Sheik dont like her, had a dream that I shot her
I cant buy you (?), you get nada
I'm the bounce with the chick that be lookin' a little hotter
(Chorus)
x1
They was never mine for me to dump em
and just like checkers, after they make a move I'm a jump em
It's like this girlfriend I'm a keep it real,
every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel
I'm a Bad Boy so I'm cased up with whips
Guess what, I got more nuts than chips
And they gonna melt right in your mouth
not in your hand, You know you aint my girl
and I'm not your man
But do you still wanna lick me?
or is because I'm a (?) Niggee, and I know Biggie
and I dont mess with no fat ladies
but if you pay like you weigh then you can stay baby
we straight slide, gimme more like that
with this honey named (?), cuz she blow like that
and when we finish dont look at me like I owe nothin'
cuz if you really dig me then let me know something
(Chorus 2X)
If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
Come on shorty let me know
We can get together, we could do whatever
But you cant get no doe
(Verse 1)
Yo, since the Mona video you been trackin' me down
tryin' to figure out how I look impersonal, Baby
forget rooks tell me can you roll with crooks
the three hot niggas rising in the Billboards, nigga
we look to change from the big lands, big bitches
big Benz tryin' to make D-O-E and,
the thick chicks love us, big dick style niggas
Crystal niggas, ya'll finesse the rich style niggas
you didn't love me when my name was Sean
Now you should see how bitches act when the Benjamins come on
but I ain't hatin' em, you gotta scream the way females play
Quick schemes and Negligie to make a clean get-away
fly thug where the Willies stay, and she pay nothing
stash what you heard, gifts are frontin'
I stashin' mad chips gettin' drunk up with the China
club, while you gettin' schemed cuz you did a minor
(Verse 2)
I know she wit it, I bet a brick I could hit it
Black tire affair I gotta fresh pair of British
Ice Berg shirts ice along with it
turquoise, 9-11 porsche windows tinted
the honey got alot of Jags, You gotta fill it
Honey gotta alot of bags, then she went inside to find her (?)
Lil' Kim when she set up her choice, like my voice
my thug style made her category
that's the realist shit I heard, that's my word
(?), I'm the nigga she deserves
I put em on the hole in (?), rockin' furs
liftin' weights and speak without using words
if she ain't proper I still gotta drop her
Sheik dont like her, had a dream that I shot her
I cant buy you (?), you get nada
I'm the bounce with the chick that be lookin' a little hotter
(Chorus)
x1
They was never mine for me to dump em
and just like checkers, after they make a move I'm a jump em
It's like this girlfriend I'm a keep it real,
every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel
I'm a Bad Boy so I'm cased up with whips
Guess what, I got more nuts than chips
And they gonna melt right in your mouth
not in your hand, You know you aint my girl
and I'm not your man
But do you still wanna lick me?
or is because I'm a (?) Niggee, and I know Biggie
and I dont mess with no fat ladies
but if you pay like you weigh then you can stay baby
we straight slide, gimme more like that
with this honey named (?), cuz she blow like that
and when we finish dont look at me like I owe nothin'
cuz if you really dig me then let me know something
(Chorus 2X)
Writer: DAMON BLACKMON, ROD STEWART, DUANE HITCHINGS, JASON PHILLIPS, DAVID STYLES, SEAN JACOBS, CARMINE APPICE
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.