They make me sick I know I feel you, that' [Chorus] You make me sick I want you and I'm hating it Got me lit like a candlestick Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feeling it, I gotta getta grip And it's driving me crazy baby don't you quit Can't get enough of it You got me going again Baby, you got me going again You make me sick He was doing 8-0 on the freeway In the 6 double O, bumping Isley He was getting kinda close, kinda touch-ay Cause he had a little too much Hennessey He told me that he wanna go home, with me up on the hill to my condo Told me he would keep it all on the low-low But I told him, "boo, I don't really know though" He got closer to me, it started getting deep He had me in a zone when he started to show me things I never saw before Baby was smooth but I knew it was game Hell-of-a cool but you men are the same The way he licked his lips and touched my hips I knew that he was slick [Chorus] In the 6 now, so hot Gotta pull all the windows down Eyes lead and I'm thinking bout the sheets now Wondering should I really take it there now He told me he would make it worth it Again, how many times have I heard this Kinda funny, but I wasn't even nervous Well his slick-ass lines were kinda working I felt my knees get weak, his body was calling me Just couldn't take the heat Anyway it was 2 or 3, I had to get off the streets Baby was cool but I knew it was game Said, he was too schooled to be screaming my name Even though we made the best of it I still told him this [Chorus: x3] Can't, no no no Oh, you make me sick I want you and I'm hating it, hating it, hating it