| Lyrics |
Everybody's in the major league
Ain't nobody wanna be straight up
I see the hotties on the way to work
They be waiting outside the club
See samantha got a glass of wine
And in the corner she be laggin' behind
To ladies room to powder her lines
She be feeling like dyn-o-mite
Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed
Some come move that ass
I know what you wanna do
She's looking for a phat wad
Lord of a god you look good
Premonitions saved for last
'cause for now we're understood
Chorus:
A me oh my god ya look so fine
I can't touch you cause you're bonafide
A me oh my god ya look so fine
I can't touch you cause you're bonafide
A virgina slim, can i get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it cause you're bonafide
Yes all the eyes that be staring at you
Is it because i got my rover outside
See i just don't understand
Is it that you think you can play me fly
No i don't think so girl
I've been through it many times before
I got a tight pocket book
And you know i ain't open it up for no ---
Jizzable jazz, how could it be passes
So come move that ass
I know what you want to do
You're looking for a phat wad lord of a god
I don't have it for you
So honey baby what you gonna do
(chorus)
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
I'm not pretentious
I invent this vibe that you feel
(chorus)
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