Hey, yeah, I wanna shoot, baby, shoot Ooh, how you doin', baby? No, not you You, the bow-legged one Yeah, what's your name? Damn, baby, that sounds sexy Uh, here I go, here I go, here I go Again, girls, what's my weakness? Okay, then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business Your swords, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this I swear, I stared, my niece, my witness The brother had it goin' over somethin' kinda, uh Wicked, wicked, had to kick it I'm not shy, so I asked for the digits A ho, no, that don't make me See what I want, slip, slide to it swiftly Felt it in my hips, so I dipped back to my bag of tricks Then I flipped for a tip, made me wanna do tricks Gonna lick him like a lollipop should be licked Came to my senses, and I chilled for a bit Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do so well It's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoot, shoot, shoot You're packed in your stack, especially in the back Brother, I wanna thank your mother for a butt like that Can I get some fries with that shake, shake boobie? If looks could kill, you wouldn't be And if you're a shotgun, bang What's up with that thang? I wanna know, how does it hang? Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover Like Prince said, you're a sexy mother Well, uh, I like him real wild B-boy style by the mile Smooth black skin with a smile Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun Come and give me some of that yum-yum chocolate chip Honey dip, can I get a scoop? Baby, take a ride in my coupe You make me wanna shoot, shoot, shoot Don't you know who I wanna shoot, baby? Well, let me bring it back to the subject That's all it said Make you get hot, make you work up a sweat When you sit to my loo, my darling Not falling in love, but I'm falling for you Hmm, when I get you, bet you by the dollar You were best under pressure Yo, Sandy, I wanna, like, taste you Get your, get your lips wet Cause it's time to have pep on your mark Get set, go, let me go, let me shoot To the next man in a three-piece suit I spend all my dough, Ray, me cutie Shoot, shoo-ba-dooby, like Scooby-Dooby-Doo I love you in your big jeans You give me nice dreams You make me wanna scream, ooh-ooh-ooh I like what you do, when you do What you do, you make me wanna shoot Shoot, shoo-ba-dooby, shoot-ba-doo Shoot, shoo-ba-dooby, shoot-ba-doo Shoot, shoo-ba-dooby, shoot-ba-doo Shoot, shoo-ba-dooby, shoot-ba-doo Oh my goodness Girl, look at him He is the cutest brother in here And he's coming his way, ooh S and a B wanna get with me, cool But I'm wicked, yeah Hit skins, but never quickly I hit the skins for the hell of it Just for the yell I get For the smell of it You want my ball, here's the hot rod 12 inches to a yard And have you sounding like a retard Big twelve at six-two Won't I hit you? So what you wanna do? What you wanna do? When I want you Shoot, shoo-ba-dooby, shoot-ba-doo Shoot, shoo-ba-dooby, shoot-ba-doo Shoot, shoo-ba-dooby, shoot-ba-doo Oh, oh, oh I shoulda been your man Shoot, shoo-ba-dooby, shoot-ba-doo I wanna shoot, baby Shoot, shoo-ba-doody, shoot-ba-doo They think they gonna shoot Shoot, shoo-ba-dooby, shoot-ba-doo I wanna shoot, baby Shoot, shoo-ba-dooby, shoot-ba-doo They think they gonna shoot Shoot, shoo-ba-dooby, shoot-ba-doo I wanna shoot, baby