Everybody's in the major league
Ain't nobody want to 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-might

Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed
Some come move that ass
I know what you want to 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)

Writer : BUCK
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC