Yeah! Ghetto to ghetto (uh) As we bring the drama live (y'knahmean?) We bout to set it! (uh) Word life son! Yeah! Mad flavors (yea) butters Ghetto to ghetto, yeah!
[Verse One] Keep your chickenhead, I'm lookin for a dime (word up) Get my swerve on, make it hot, word bond I'm lickin on your ankle bracelet We'll be sippin Moet with strawberries to chase it I'm nasty, ask me, why I lick my lips so in the darkness, I can run my tongue over your tits It's all good sugary, you ain't leavin Sit up on my face and help my stash grow even Whipped cream taste mean from the back She bounce with LL now shorty's on the map I put away the gat, took off the hat Throw ya Mo's in the air if you like it like that No doubt boo, I keep it real girl Mad pleasure, blowin up your whole world Whatever's clever I got endless cash Trees from Hawaii, two pulls and pass
[Chorus: Terri & Monica] I'll be loungin with LL, Cooool J I'll be loungin with LL, heyyy heyyy I'll be loungin with LL, Cooool J I'll be loungin with LL, heyyy heyyy
[Verse Two] Uhh, my scenario is grand (word up!) A dime peice, Henessey up in my hand I "Turn Out the Lights" like Teddy (click!) I'm fiendin, starin in the darkness, now I'm ready Uhh, ooh yeah up in ya! Let it flow while I pump slow Then I speed it up, heat it up Make it mo' tasty, so you can swing low and lace me Use your imagination You do me, I'll do you, sex education It's all good, it's cranberry Absolut and peach scnapps Feelin tipsy, loungin on the rooftops I'm bout to spank you on that ass (oooh) I know you love it when it lasts (truuue) When you need it who you ask? (You!) What you sayin when I dash? (Don't go boo)
[LL Cool J] C'mon, you got to bounce with me sugar (you got to bounce) word up You got to bounce with me sugar (word-a-word-a-word up) word up You got to bounce with me sugar (you got to bounce with me sugar) Word up, you got to bounce with me sugar (a-word-a-word-a-word up)
[Verse Three] Warm it up sugar, make it hot Shorties'll swarm, make me wanna bust shots (BO!) We speak, daily on the regular Run your jibs all day chip in my cellular Shoot down to Jamaica, pretty white sand Suntan oil, pina colada in you hand Layin up at night, peepin out stars Remember - when we was at the club at the bar? I told ya, my status, was that of a don You thought I was a dog and you ain't wanna get it on But my mind has attractin qualities on the emotions of a young lady (word up) So here you are, smack dab up in the mix (uh-huh) Shorty this here's about as good as it gets Word up, I'ma treat you like a queen from the heart Crack the bubbly, and let the episode start