when I feel like shi**Do that to one of them gingerOnam's and uhthat means you tryna do somethingI'm trying to do somethingYeah, y'all feel that sh**Sick b*****, high contactedYou and I, s***Make me wanna be realAnd make these n****s dissapearI could, I wouldAnd I ain't even frontin'I'mma be real wit' youIf I'm tryna do somethingSick b****I said I, contact youYou and I, sh**Make me wanna be realAnd make these n****s dissapearIf I could, I wouldAnd I ain't even frontin'I'mma be blunt with youI'm tryna do somethingIt's the bud and meOr the thug and PeteGot these ghetto hottiesWanna put their love in meI'm a G from the CP3And dedicatedScreamin' no limitSo does any playerHaters hatin'Relax, shortyHit the bluntDrop the ruberCome close to a n****Let the peace seduce yaWorkin' like a solar flexSay you need a roughneckCristal and strawberry weedSmokin' rough ***I want you to open your legsAs wide as you couldSo I can hit you from the backWith this n**** plated with woodUp and downLike a rollercoasterPut your stomach to your backLet a gangster poseYeah, I ain't trippin'Never slippin'Cause I got my strapsNine months laterWe ain't bustin' no capsCrisp and cleanNo strings attachedLittle bump and grindThis thing is your witnessSay black to eye contactThat you and I shareMake me wanna be realAnd make these n****s disappearIf I could, I wouldAnd I ain't even frontin'I'mma be blunt with youI'm tryna do somethingSay black to eye contactThat you and I shareMake me wanna be realAnd make these n****s disappearIf I could, I wouldAnd I ain't even frontin'I'mma be blunt with youI'm tryna do somethingI heard you wanna romanceSo why don't you lay it thinGive me the chanceI ain't sayin' romanceGirl, would you lock up your handsI'm matured enoughAnd I ain't approached you for nothin'And the reason I came aboutBecause you workin' with somethin'I done had a lil' urgeAnd I done fiddled the nerveOn top of that, my head tightFrom everything the boss servedA picture, cause your curvesGot me wanna slide homeAnd prove that I can flip other thingsBut sides on till your girls are goneBaby, you gots to roamYou leavin' with fingersHe get it on, get it onYou gon' make me moanTill you're up or screwin' mePlease use ingenuityWhen you do with meDamn, you're jazzin' bluesWon't you match Manhattan shoesPretty legs, but knees gon' get bruisedYou the one get usedWhen you cut the bushes and blubberStraight to the point, show itLike I'm tryna do somethin'Girl, I'm tryin'Say black to all the contactThat you and I shareMake me wanna be realAnd make these liquor disappearIf I could, I wouldAnd I ain't even frontin'I'mma be real with youLike I'm tryna do somethin'Say black to all the contactThat you and I shareMake me wanna be realAnd make these liquor disappearIf I could, I wouldAnd I ain't even frontin'I'mma be real with youBackstage at the concert, you're peepin'You wanted me to see youAnd I'm thinkin' about creepin'Far from home, destination unknownRock bone, hotel bookedAnd I don't wanna be aloneMaybe it's your toneGot me visualizin' the songCamouflage love all nightMakin' me moanThug passionIn the backseat, rippin' off your fashionRunnin' to your girlsBout your night with the assassinI'm here tonightAnd the vibe is rightRed and blue lightsAre glowin' over Brian McKnightBut tomorrow's my flightAnd I'll be outta your sightTake my address downSo you can writeBut for now, let's do somethin'*** the frontin' and the talkin'My dog's just about barkin'Take your outfit offAnd put this soldier *** onAnd go to war with mePage numbers on the deskHit me when you tryin' to do somethin'
