In front of Gucci in the winter, I seen ya witcha girl

Just walkin' uh - in ya chin chilla fur

I was laid up - in the coupe back shade up

Lookin' at cha face, just pure wit no make up

A little bit a mack lip gloss, hair in a bun well done

Lookin' for a ring, I seen none

So I hopped out the coupe

In hot pursuit

To stop and introduce

Like I'm Shyne, and you?, you my destiny

And ya diamond cluster, to much just to touch ya

Perfume down to ya structure

Think I'll wait til the 2nd night to fuck ya

I wanna marry you, nah I'm just playin'

But we can start wit a few nights out in Malibu surfin'

Playin' up on Persian

Here's my number

Put in ya purse and call me



Chorus:[Barrington Levy]

On the telephone, she heard my voice

Tell me to pick her up in my Rolls Royce

If my Rolls Royce is not wit ladies

Then girl I'm gonna take you in my Mercedes

If my Mercedes will not fill up wit the disease

Then girl I'm gonna take you in my Firebird

If Firebird cannot take the curb

Girl put jah rust and da dime in jah bus



[Shyne]

I'm gettin' closer

My player days is over

Well maybe not completely, but stay alarmed

Come here huss ya head on my bed

And let me get between ya legs

Lay on ya back, uh - take it from the back

Like a bad girl suppose to, I know you like that

Scream wake the neighbors when they sleep

Grab the sheets witcha teeth

Wiggle ya butt cheeks

Quarter styles over ya body, lick you up

Treat you like a convenient store, stick you up

Take you to the balcony, pick you up

So you can look at the city, while I'm diggin' ya kitty

Then we drivin' to the sunset

Pull ov