Let me tell that so you know who I amGot a rack like a booby, got ass like a canHammer thrust it, lust it, blast it, cause I must hitChop it into fine white lines till I'm blustedTrust on my digit, got a big head, got my dick wetKeep trackin' on the ground when I fly with a jet setBackwards discotheque, I earned it fineLine by line, learn how to work it like Gary in a coal mineRough trade with the purple neckLevel when I shake that ass crack, take thatDidn't want me, but a no paybackBitches at the bar, pay cashGotta take an iterate, protein shakeOne by six, semi-automatic, go blap blapBaby said * yeah, baby said * yeahBaby said * yeah, I'm tired of waitin' on youBaby said * yeah, baby said * yeahBaby said * yeah, I'm tired of waitin' on youTurned up to feel my lovin'Think it better work it to feel my lovin'Think you gotta turn up to feel my lovin'Think it better work it to feel my lovin'My wheels turnin' like a riverboat, I suck like a hooverDon't call a pussy, nothing but VancouverI got ass like man, so I don't feel like dancin'* the blue man group, I'm givin' woman a chanceI suck a mother, look me, cause I'm stonedIf you got a sequin, I'll put it onWalkin' with a flat bush, nothing but a thongThis is not a love song, I'm a theosomeTo a line, I'm on bus, I'm body lickin' the curbLike I got vitamin C, maybe you have the scurvyPurvy, you heard me, wanna speak like a SwedeThen I'm pretty girly, let me take off my shirtBaby said * yeah, baby said * yeahBaby said * yeah, I'm tired of waitin' on youTurn up to feel my lovin'Think it better work it to feel my lovin'You gotta turn up to feel my lovin'Think it better work it to feel my lovin'Wild lady with the bags, I'm low thatWhat you found was a cop, so low thatNothin' but a compact disc and a KodakKnow that throwback, dope old KodakWild lady with the bags, I'm low thatWhat you found was a cop, so low thatNothin' but a compact disc and a KodakKnow that throwback, dope old KodakTalk about the love, Nick, cause I'm strongIf you got a sequin, I'll put it onWalkin' with a black bush, nothin' but a thongThis is not a love song, my theme songDon't get a thing done, that's why I'm bestTellin' you to judge why I'm undressedHit you with a glove, put a fist to your faceBetter get away, cause that's your mythDon't you be surprised, why I fetishizeLet me describe, I'm moisturizedNo Levi's, just fruit fliesTouch what I'll do, I'll cut you, my muse you don't knowWatch, doo-doo, my future, I'll suit youFresh like Bajoran, I shoot a shotTellin' the future, good heartThink you gotta turn up to feel my lovin'Think you gotta work it to feel my lovin'Think you gotta turn up to feel my lovin'Feel my lovin', feel my lovin'Think you gotta work it to feel my lovin'Turn it up to feel my lovin'Feel my lovin', feel my lovin'Baby say * yeahBaby say * yeahBaby say * yeahI'm tired of waiting on youBaby say * yeahBaby say forget, baby say forget, I'm tired of waiting on you