[Featuring Eve Nokio (Dru Hill)]
EVE:
Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh
What y'all niggas want huh?
ugh ugh ugh
Lubia huh? Papi screamin out of they mouth
Bomb shell just a second
Mami wanna speak out
What I need in my life
Make ya body freak out
Baby seem like the type
Married niggaz sneak out
Like I'm ballin y'all
Yes I be appallin ya'll
Boss type hold it down
Wantin all of y'all
Callin y'all never chasin me down
Three weeks, heartbroken
Yes you hatin me now
She speaks soft spoken
Till she datin the clown
I'm takin em down
Reel em in and makin em drown
Mistake
I said gimme that, but I'm takin it now
What I need from a nigga
Negative in his sound
Or dasity even askin me
For ass, I laugh
This bitch is fast and free
Swatin em off
When I see this niggas a flea
Plotin of cost for riches
Millionaire wannabe, uh huh
CHORUS: [nokio]
What y'all niggas want? [what we want, wha?]
Can't touch [uh]
All y'all niggaz need [what we need in our life?]
Is right here with me [uh]
Sounds y'all wanna hear [who da, who dat?]
Swizz beats [uh]
I'm the one you fear [why?]
It's my time, feel me
Popular since I started my life
Eve you know my name
Probably the dangerous type
Brick house stallion
Think you taming me right?
Not this baby val Philly streets
They raisin her right
Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a LADY!
Need boots pocket books and a baby 380!
But prefer to keep it
Calm and cool
When I'm heated I suggest you move
Just avoid a bad situation
What you got to prove?
Leave her be
Chicken squakin hatin frequently
Manic Man is obsessed
And Stalkin me
If he
Icy enough, I'm pricin his stuff
Be nicy enough
To let him spin, I'm callin ya bluff
Puttin it down
Ruff Ryders puttin they work
Snatched up theThar she blows, Jacques Cousteau
Hear her sing so sweet and low
Lull me overboard, out-cold
Gathered in and and swallowed whole
Do I want to? With all that charm?
Do I want to? Twist my arm
You just hit me where I live
I guess it looked quite primitive
What was that supposed to prove?
Throw the calf or he'll throw you
Sucked in by the victim world
Thirsty as a cultured pearl
Culled and wooed, bitten, chewed
It won't hurt if you don't move
Do I want to? With all that charm?
Do I want to? Twist my arm
Musical chairs, double dares, memorized stairs,
Shootin' off flares, springtime hares and
broken-down mares
Cowered phones, big soup stones, prideless loans,
Grill-sick crows, motel moans and a big fat Jones
Martyrs don't do much for me
Though I enjoy them vicariously
After you. No! After me
No, I insist! Please, after me.
Do I want to? With all that charm?
Do I want to? Twist my arm