[Intro] She was coming on to me, I was coming on to her Hit the town and shoot the breeze, baby don't you fight the curse She was making love to me, I was holding on to her Hit the town and shoot the breeze, baby don't you fight the curse
[Verse 1] Ah, just give me that bass She listening to Ross now, give me that face I ain't tryna chase, tryna get to third base 'til I hit a home run 3, 2, 1, we safe Damn she a looka, ran outta liquor Sweet-sweet pusha, give me that gusha I ain't tryna spit game, maybe we can hook up The Aston out front, so my nickname Kutcher Dinner date time, down inner state 9 I'm in the state of mine like a dinner date's fine We can go to the condo and drink wine She wanna to be my girl but it'll take time She like where the cognac, why we drink wine? Cause the wine get you open, heard through the grape vines First dim the lights close the drape blinds Then I scratch that kitty word to my K-9's Don't spur show fur big grill gleaming Polar no firm when the ship season Got 'em red bottoms look like your heels bleeding I fuck a hundred bitches to these day we still speaking And they still creeping, got 'em still cheating (You sound like me in my heyday)