Yo, I'm still lookin' at the game y'know (heh heh)
And I see that it's alot a niggas that's just frontin'
Basically, ya nahmean?

Yo, I'm doin' 150 wildin' (uh huh)
Headin' out to City Island
I see this shorty with the pretty smile and (uh huh)
Pushing a Prelude 'Hey you', diamond stud up in your navel
Actin' like it cost nine G's (c'mon)
A real fine queen, eyes was light green (yeah)
And had a tattoo written in Chinese
Only 25, spent her money wise
Work out everyday, I could tell by her tummy size

Damn, you got some funny eyes

Yea, I blink a lot, drink a lot (mmm)
You could catch me at the rink a lot (uh huh)
But enough about me ma, you look amazing
Are you Haitian?

I'm half that and half Asian, my name is Raven
Live in New Haven (yeah)
'Till I find the right man, my virginity I'm savin' (uh huh)

The things I was sayin', honey might be blazin'
I took her to the Days Inn, of course
She gave in (c'mon)

No disrespect, you look nice and shit (I know)
And I ain't really tryin' to price your shit
(Yeah, yeah so stop)
I'm sayin' I like that Platinum on your wrist
But why isn't no ice in this?
Same reason why, baby girl, that ain't your hair
(No the fuck, you did not)
You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear
(Oh no boo, this was mine)
In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me?
Cuz we both frontin', basically, ya heard?
(Basically?)

Uhh, uhh
I be that slick thug, see me in the strip club (yea)
With Dominican chicks, about to get my dick rubbed (uh huh)
Shit bug, how I lay up and sip Bud
You could front if you want, lay in puddles of thick blood (c'mon)
Cuz I get love yeah, where ever I go
And I'd die for my niggas, but never no hoe
So you know that the life I lead is twice your speed
A brown skin mami, that's the wife I need (uh huh)
Light that weed, front, nigga might just bleed
I might just squeeze, matter of fact I might just leave
Cuz I don't need a hoe that drink Moet by the liter
If you don't like me, I ain't feelin' your ass neither (ha ha)
I need a true diva, pushin' a two-seater (yea)
That's alright, let my wife, my crew meet her
In other words, I need a chick off the meter
The type that wild out when I eat her (c'mon)

No disrespect, you look nice and shit (I know)
And I ain't really tryin' to price your shit
(Yeah, yeah so stop)
I'm sayin' I like that Platinum on your wrist
But why isn't no ice in this?
Same reason why, baby girl, that ain't your hair
(No the fuck, you did not)
You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear
(Oh no boo, this was mine)
In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me?
Cuz we both frontin', basically, ya heard?
(Basically?)

Hey, yo, Huddy? In the door (heyyyy)
Waiter, give me four (heyyyy)
Bitches they adore (heyyyy)
From here to Wichita (heyyyy)
I'm a jiggy cat, baggy jeans with fitted hats (uh huh)
Where my niggas at? At the bar, where titties at
You know I spend dough, get in clubs with Indo
And bet my shit blow like a block on Crenshaw
I'm poppin' Cris', hoe (uh huh)
While you sippin' on Cisco, I'm at the disco
Reminiscin' on 'Frisco, and this go
To honeys who be knowin' your name, knowin' your fame (yea)
Know you rock a Rolley and chain
But it don't stop, so get-it, get-it
The Huddy hit-it, hit-it (uh huh)
She saw my ice, she was really wit it
She wanna settle down, be committed (yea)
She saw the drop with the TV's in it
Shit, I gotta pay this hoe a visit

Oh no, Boo Boo
You won't be payin' (what)
Anything over here except the rent (c'mon)

No disrespect, you look nice and shit (I know)
And I ain't really tryin' to price your shit
(Yeah, yeah so stop)
I'm sayin' I like that Platinum on your wrist
But why isn't no ice in this?
Same reason why, baby girl, that ain't your hair
(No the fuck, you did not)
You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear
(Oh no boo, this was mine)
In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me?
Cuz we both frontin', basically, ya heard?
(Basically?)
No disrespect, you look nice and shit (I know)
And I ain't really tryin' to price your shit
(Yeah, yeah so stop)
I'm sayin' I like that Platinum on your wrist
But why isn't no ice in this?
Same reason why, baby girl, that ain't your hair
(No the fuck, you did not)
You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear
(Oh no boo, this was mine)
In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me?
Cuz we both frontin', basically, ya heard?
(Basically?)

Yeah, you know you wanna be over here
Fake ass, yeah

Writer : DUPRI, JERMAINE/LOWE, CARLTON LEWIS
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing