| I'm reclinin' out West - maxin at da ress pressed to see my cutie that | |
| I call to come caress me desperate pooh unavailable da check dis - not | |
| into masturbating yo cuz that's some other shit since I had hit a dry | |
| spell I figured I'd manicure my nails den out da blue I'm interrupted | |
| by the bell it was Kia talkin bout Dia c'mon let's bounce tonight | |
| Wu-Tang performin at da Fever and I got backstage passes - vip status | |
| da after party's at the Marriott we in the night like Gladys cool I | |
| can do wit dat give me 45, so I can wash da pussy cat a marinade da | |
| body hop in mizarahi tighten up dah afro and turn to superhottie tell | |
| you what I'll hit you up soon as I'm ready when I see your Mitsubishi | |
| out front we jettin' | |
| (chorus) | |
| Arrived at da club like 11:45 - scenery was live - mob like a 3-2 | |
| center outside fly riders da whole shabang you know how Philly hang | |
| come time nah get extravagant while I was side tracked by the glamour | |
| and the glitz key was chattin' wit a bouncer telling him we on nah | |
| list within a split second we escorted through conjestion routine | |
| friskin' metal detection all's clear as air - no question so we | |
| grabbed at the bar and head towards da dance section wit no hesitation | |
| we breeze to the back in the green room where the celebrities was at, | |
| that's when nah propaganda began to emerge star stud events must | |
| trigger hoochie alerts cuz Kia went berserk, diggy low at first subtle | |
| body language actin'like a flirt tongue stickin out wit da' baby doll | |
| pout talkin' all loud I'm like what's dis all about ... -mono- | |
| Here come tha' raw maneuver luew-der than imagined Kia aimin' for | |
| attention strivin for it with a passion slips out her sarong starts | |
| dancing in her thongs like a bootie song was on I said sis you know | |
| you wrong (see) you tha' reason nigs be screamin' bitches, hoes and | |
| tricks I'ont believe you goin' out on nat Adina Howard shit don't you | |
| dig these niggaz think you hotter than tha' sun even if they talk to | |
| you they wanna hit & run if you skeemin' on nah cream boo you ain't | |
| gettin' none you played from nah door wit dat nut shit you done den | |
| she gone look at me and say yo chill whatever, I thought you was my | |
| peeps I said I thought you was together your actions bounce on all | |
| these chicks in here like a reflector I'm tryin nah school you sis you | |
| its plain that you don't know no better - I'm not da one to judge so | |
| do what you gotta do but it ain't what you do its how you do it... | |
| (Chorus) | |
| True honey buns wanna have fun un-like a chick who settle for da hit | |
| and run, yeah to all tha girls do what you gotta do but it ain't what | |
| you do its how you do it... |