[Nick Talking]

'Yo put the kids to bed

Yo Shawty..I know you aint scared



[Omarion]

B2k and Nick Cannon..

Trackmasters..the Pied Piper



[Verse One: Nick]

Yo' the freaks come out at night

I'm like Houdini with the magic stick

When you turn out the lights

Shawty grippin' my stomach tighter

When I burn out on the bike

Holla at the young thugs

What we doing tonight

I'm in the O.J. throwback jersey

Dressed to kill,Bridget won't get it

But Vanessa will,Vanessa's real

Shawty got sex appeal

You can hear this beat bangin from the exit still

Pied Piper, we need something for these chicks to dance

So look Mami Im trying to grind

I'm not trying to romance you

I'm just trying to get them dance loose

Lets get private, 2 way text me

T-Mobile sidekick

One-on-One lets talk and neglect the gossip

I'm as real as they come,Baby girl I got this

My wrist all numb, you can watch the watch gliss

We already bubbly we aint gotta pop Cris'



[Chorus: Omarion]

I come through

My style is powder blue

T's and nike shoes

Plus chicks by the deuce (uh huh)

Ain't no tellin what this man might do

'Cause tonight this man aint playing by the rules

So tell me...

Anybody feelin' freeeeaky?

Anybody feelin' freeeeaky?

Anybody feelin' freeeeaky?

Anybody feelin' freeeeaky?



[Verse Two: Nick]

We tearin' the club like them boys did in the roxy

Million dollar thug like I'm Ted D.B.I.C

Crack game on the plain

Probably think its Yahtzee

Wrist on rocky, How you gone stop me

Shawty like, "Papi", Crib like "Ozzy's"

Imma show you how to ball girl just