You know I usually don't do this on the first night (laughs) h-hold up...what you want me to do with that?...damn I'm at it again.. TRACK BOYS!!
[Verse 1] This dude approached me slowly and told me his name was Jody and His homies say he know me cause he used to flirt with Toni say, he wanna get to know me, got some things he wanna show me would I be his tender-roni? told me call him when I'm lonely Then I took a couple pictures, feeling tipsy off the liquor yeah, my titties might be bigger, but my ass a little thicker And they like 'em: my weight, my shape, my size My height, my lips, my hips and my thighs DROP IT
[Chrous 4x] bitch you a hoe (drop it) nigga you a hoe (drop it) bitch you a hoe (drop it) acting like a hoe (drop it)
[Verse 2] I see my cousin coming, he probably up to something look at him, with some chicken head face, know he frontin' I ain't the one to gossip now, you ain't heard it from me but that chick that he was mackin' is really a 'he' And look at her, came out the house looking that crazy talkin' bout she got on "Baby Phat", that's just fat, baby You had a cup or two, well that's enough for you but let him buy you one more drink before you cut him loose so, gon' flirt a little bit, and make him think you feelin' him Then smile at him, wink your eyes and make him think he gettin some before he know you by the door, see you already out the door You won't be home till after 4, won't probably stop at Calico's pull up on the parking lot, and by this time it's dark and hot You circled back around the block, and take the handicap spot And yeah you might just get a ticket, hell with it, you tryin' to kick it more than likely if you get the digits, she gon' let you hit it DROP IT
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[Verse 3] after the club you probably tryin' take somebody home I guess you betta keep it on the low, don't want your cover blown so you betta make it known, before they play the last song Cause you ain't tryin' to spend the night alone, right or wrong? got money in your pocket, then take it out and throw it And put your hands up in the air, if you the shit and know it This cat up in my face, breath smelling like some shiiit teeth lookin' like he been bitin' a bag of bricks he talkin' bout 'girl'. You think I told that nigga if you don't get your funky breath up out my face it gon' be some shit, don't make me tick don't ask me for my name.. And you dont NEED to know my numba.. And don't worry if I got my big ol' booty from my mama it's the last call for alcohol, and I'm just tryin' to have a ball ain't worry bout nothing at all, I almost triple play it off The DJ spinnin' the last records, by this time they half naked same place, same time tomorrow they'll be back at it