Like the one in me
That's O.K.
Let's see how you do it
Put up your deuce
Let's get down to it
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me with your best shot?
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away
Na na na
Come on
Na na na na na
Come on, come on, come on
'Cause I may be bad
But I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air
I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
'Cause I may be bad
But I'm perfectly good at it
Sex
It's going down fade to Blackstreet
The homies got at me
Collab creations bump like acne
No doubt I put it down never slouch
As long as my credit could vouch
A dog couldn't catch me, straight up
Tell me who could stop when Dre making moves
Attracting honeys like a magnet
Giving them eargasms with my mellow accent
Still moving this flavor with my homies Blackstreet and Teddy
The original rump shakers
Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby, got 'em open up all over town
Strictly bitch, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is a forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can't get her outta my mind
I think about the girl all the time
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby
We out
Writer(s): Ester Dean, William E. Steinberg, Richard S. Vick Iii, Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, Mick Jones, Herby E. Azor, Kenny B. Edmonds, Edward Sydney Schwartz, Tor Erik Hermansen, Lynise Walters, William Stewart, Thomas F. Kelly, Chauncey Andre Hannibal, Bill Withers, Sandy Julien Wilhelm, Michael Donald Chapman, Nicholas Barry Chinn, Edward Theodore Riley
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