Intoxicate me, I'm a lush Stop you're making me blush People are looking at us I don't think you know (know) I'm checking it so hot (so hot) I Wonder
touch Intoxicate me I'm a rush Stop you're making me blush People are looking at us I don't think you know, know I'm checking you So hot, so hot Wonder
low low low low low [Verse 1:] I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go, This crazy all night spendin my dough Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle
to go tripping across that thin line I'm sick of doin' straight time My uncle's at the evenin' table, makes his living runnin' hot cars Slips me a hundred dollar
, in the place to be Hah, party people it's me, let me do my thing Let me do my thing, let me do my thing Baby doll follow me baby Let me do my thing,
you shake your ass, move your hips So we gonna do a little something like this Flipmode, Bad Boy Check this out Tell me how it feels, is it hot is not
say what I feel with southern finesse So debonair if he dare bet he got best dressed Full length mink, gator belt gator vest including shoes A ten thousand dollar
me bust Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing But you like every other rapper - cornrows and a bandana But I get a hundred and fifty thousand dollar
of forever more. (BATTLE OF FOREVER MORE!) I stay pedal to the metal, foot on the floor I'm a keep on the streets, knocking down your doors. I'm by the dollar
neck?] As sharp-edged as questions the time I have left And so you are on my mind. I need a burning stake I need a piercing dart I need something as hot
Destiny's Child] So he say he got a girl (my) Yeah true you got a man (name is) But the party aint gonna stop (Bow Wow) So let's make it hot hot (check
be [Destiny's Child] So he say he got a girl (my) Yeah true you got a man (name is) But the party aint gonna stop (Bow Wow) So let's make it hot hot (
swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar Six
shit the team that I belong to tha artists I put on wit dont ever ask for nothin cause them niggaz got they own shit feel Weezy like a mouthful of hot
: You don't love him any more He threw your rag doll out the door I keep my distance, I held my breath Love always ends up hanging by a thread Love
and sue people, Like she does, One time, I got food poison, From a hot dog, Mom sued and got $2,000, From Ballpark, "Hey, Ma. You got a dollar?" "I don
hang low all the way to your feet All I wanna do is beat beat beat So whatcha whatcha whatcha want? [8x] So whatcha whatcha whatcha want? Hundred dollar
deserve the best and nothing less So the best is what you get and all my respect [Lil Rob:] What you expect You've got my palabra All the way 'til the end Baby doll