Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga And look back and told me "Baby, it's real" And I say I ain't doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel I wish we could take off

Ddrat, da-da-da-um-da Look back at it I get goosebumps when I look at it She ain’t never do this before, but she good at it Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it These girls ain’t really no good for me, yeah Ddrat, da-da, da Drdat, da-da-da, da Ddrat,

Fuck it I sacrificed it And if it's real real love then you make sacrifices I done gave up so much free time knowing time ain’t free Fuck it though that's how hungry my appetite is My girl show me love, she know I made sacrifices To get ahead man you

She's got the magic touch And you're walkin' around in a dream Oh no, but it ain't what it seems One day when she leaves you lonely Her magic touch, her magic touch, her magic touch She's got the magic touch, I really want her You feel there's a fire

The one that lets her know for sure She's everything I want and more A real desire, does she know I'd walk alone out on the wire To make her feel that fire She wants her nails painted black She wants the toy in the crackerjack She wants to ride the bull

No, she ain't she ain't you Can't leave you alone Every day that I'm with her, all I want is you I wanna leave but I'm afraid That you don't even feel the same And now I realize that she ain't you But you don't understand it, girl When she touches me,

'Fore she does And I believe that Jesus is comin' back That OJ did it, Lee Harvey didn't And she's really gone this time Before she does I believe that gas is too damn high Ain't nothin' more American than mama's apple pie I believe in love, I believe in

Hold on, hold on She used to make me happy Ain't always cool But it's alright It's not a sad song really It's not a sad song, sad song, yeah And I stopped taking your messages Never stopped loving you So hold on, baby

Fashion shit check, cashing shit check I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check Rap shit check, foreign shit check Realest nigga in it, already know Got trapper of the year 4 times in

No, no, no, she ain't ready Just got back from the downtown Palais Where the music was so sweet It knocked me right back in the alley I'm ready, yea, yea, yea, I'm ready Wo, wo, wo, I'm ready And I'm really gonna rock tonight Sweet little lady sings like