Get At Me

(专辑： Rasassination - 1998)

Damn nigga, what's wrong with you

(I ran) I ran more cock than Johnny
Sipping Tanqueray with O.J
Sporting Bruno Magli
Not guilty but filthy
Smelling like Christian Dior
Infiniti QX4, gimme yours
Of course, sinnin
Swimming in the abdomen of pretty women
"Luv 2 luv ya", like Timbaland
When in the endin

Like three strikes in the ninth inning
I rock satin boxers, cotton socks and denim
The game we kick, special teams couldn't return
Got you wild like a texturizer
Burn like the ultra-perm, toss it up like a geyser
Soze, Costra nostra, like Keyser
And got a thing for rehabilitating hood-rats
Who keep their hair and nails done
And they legs waxed
I peep that, you got a man, but you want a homie-lover-friend
My sentiments exactly
Get at me

I like your style, can we kick it, oh wow
Baby, so you can get at me

I got no game, It's just the women Understand my story

I got a man, but we can still be friends
So you can get at me, baby, bay-bay, baby

Some things make you happy just to be alive
Like seeing Toni Braxton naked on the cover of the Vibe
Drive, like hitting two-twenty-five
In the pin with no spot
I survive drama and then know when to lick shots
Keep a top notch just a phone call away from my crotch
Never brought sand to the beach
Cause these streets is Baywatch (true)
You know how we do
Satin lingerie I see through
Now she barely even kiss you
Leaving 1-7-7-1-5-4-0-0 on my pager (I miss you boo)
Your chicken-head wife was poultry
Undersexed and sultry
That's the rhyme and reason why we committed adultery
I swear, womens love from Bel-Air to welfare
Chalking up these frequent flyer miles on Con-Air
Her momma shoulda named her Casino
You gotta lick her in the front
Poke her in the rear

I like your style, can we kick it, oh wow
Baby, so you can get at me

I got no game, It's just the women Understand my story

I got a man, but we can still be friends
So you can get at me, baby, bay-bay, baby

You know my steez though
Dark skin and creole, "I'm 'Bout it"
Just without the Master P dough
But see though, my tax bracket decent and increasin
Make no mistake
You can't get a slice if you don't bake the cake
To reverse trick
My silly ex-bitch transport brick
For twenty percent commission
She dressed up with no where to go
While I'm blowin up your dress like Marilyn Monroe
For show, at my girl party, flirting
But I think she caught me like a nazi
Now I'm serving, she got me under surveilence
Like John Gotti, now I'm signing on the low
Acting straight Illuminati
Don't get mad, I'm only being honest
As Clarence Thomas
(Fuck you Ras)
You promise?
Then freak me, slightly below the hips
And blow me a kiss with your pussy lips
Get at me

I like your style, can we kick it, oh wow
Baby, so you can get at me

I got no game, It's just the women Understand my story

I got a man, but we can still be friends
So you can get at me, baby, bay-bay, baby

Get at me