B-Major This is the remix This can get you in trouble Ooh, ooh This can get you in trouble Ooh, ooh Face like ten, but shape like eight And I got to blow you out, she taste like cake Wait, look It's your birthday, but then you shouldn't have left home And the first place came were the friends That designate drives And I never met a woman that's so innocent to lie I don't know if you believe, but you the illest chick alive Get brain till I'm sick of it, I call it ill-advised And I love you for your mind But I'm out there somethin' different Before I take you any deeper Put a mattress on your feelings While I'm back here, just twist it She feel it, she tease She ain't ready to Just love, *** This can get you in trouble Ooh, ooh This can get you in trouble Ooh, ooh This can get you in trouble Ooh, ooh This can get you in trouble Ooh, ooh Let's go I told you Not to wear them pants That make that ass poke like that Real nigga *** around, have stroke like that I told you Not to touch right there Where I'm drivin' this car like that You make a real nigga have a heart attack Don't do it, no Got my eyes on your legs And my mind on your head Know what you said But girl, you gon' do it though Don't do it slow, gon' do it fast Either way, you know your ass in trouble But she like the tension Hang around a nigga Cause the pussy I'm lynchin' She know what I'm about Know I love her mouth Cause she don't run her mouth This can get you in trouble Ooh, ooh This can get you in trouble Ooh, ooh This can get you in trouble Ooh, ooh This can get you in trouble Ooh, ooh Go up to my room You've been such a, such a bad girl Such a sexy, naughty girl You know what you're doin', baby Go up to my room You've been such a, such a bad girl Such a sexy, naughty girl Yeah, uh-oh Look like somebody need a time out But just in time Cause I need somethin' to rhyme about Sit in that corner But keep pokin' that behind out I put a belt on that ass You'll never get the lines out I'm too real You can forget what they lyin' bout I drop my pants You gon' think they let the lines out Somebody cool Just padonk-a-doodle Blow out, tuck in Sound like I'm eatin' ramen noodles Hot and heavy I'm sweatin' profusely Keep my shades on Medusa couldn't seduce me Hold up and let me turn the camera on And I'ma put a twist on it Like M. Night Shyamalan This is just me Of the university of bosses I need all the bad bitches Report to my office And no bad bitches leave out this office Until we find out Who's ass the softest Yeah, that's what you're gettin' into Goin' hard I blow it like a vent Right back where it came See the earth don't budge And I throw a boomerang Stop, stop, pause My palms out like a hole in my jaws Word, short skirt Let that ass show Wild out, shawty Do it like a animal Oh, yeah Ladies and gentlemen Ask Wayne Percy To give you what you need B-Major It's gon' get you in trouble It's gon' get you in trouble It's gon' get you in trouble It's gon' get you in trouble It's gon' get you in trouble