Twista - Sex Appeal lyrics

(Johnny P) Whoaaaa And ya got that s** appeaaal (Verse 1, N.A.R.D) She had a walk too sa**y Approachin' with a dog that looked like La**y The lip-stick, and the Fendi, Prada Kinda lookin' all cla**y Psychological tendency, proto-call Just lookin' at the article Weed smell on my Prada clothes Sometimes, I trip on myself How I spit at these modern ho's On the two-way, poppin' and droppin' the conversation And I'm steady staggerin' Look at the Remy that I had last week off Madison Tryin'a walk a straight line But I can't find a pattern in her I looked at the door Put my drink on the floor co*ked my nine when I opened it slow Half-breed Chinese, sittin' a Lac And about a hash green, plus The audacity of the star Strippin' and maneuver her a** like next to me Actually, this S-E-X is testin' me A double P, E-A-L And it sound like her body is callin' me But it might be the alcohol in me And the s** appeal, it keep on drawin' me (Hook, Johnny P) Sex, s**, appeaaal I'm talkin' bout s** appeaal Sex, s**, appeaaal Her body keep callin' mee, whoooaa Sex, s**, appeaaal I'm talkin' bout s** appeal, giirl, whooa right Sex, s**, appeaaal, whoaaaa-aahhh (Verse 2, Belo) I'm finna get her off, high Hydro Bump a crown from mista porch Hey there lil' mama Do you wanna come kick your heels In the back of my Range Rove? Wanna do what'chu did before? Don't trip, cause "You Already Know" C-O-M-E-B-E-W-I-X-T, that me, Belo Just do it "Nice and Slow" You gotta raise the door And I don't pay for show Cause I don't pay fo-sho You can grab yo' kicks and go Put on yo (shhh) let's roll Recognize the G, true ballin' Do or Die, pimp or die, not fallin' When we all in, yo club Chillin' with the chiefs and the dubs And I got love for the jigga-boos Pop Chrys' with the n***as, and the b**hes too Dig a b**h out the Grove, like I just do People say I'm like a statue Spit the B in yo ear Take you off to the real, and I match you Sex appeal (Hook, Johnny P) Sex, s**, appeaaal I'm talkin' bout s** appeaal, girrrl Sex, s**, appeaaal Her body keep callin' meee, whoooaa Sex, s**, appeaaal I'm talkin' bout s** appeal, giirl, whooaaa, na-na-na-na-naaa (Verse 3, Twista) Go kick it wit' my n***as in the drop Regal Do what? A Twista, Caddy, Po-Pimp sequel On my way to the club, peek-a-boo motherf**a But first I gotta roll one, for my people Hate us for doin' that, saw us Through Windy City, night crawlers Who would of imagined lyricals on the legacy Cities legendary like, Rap-A-Lot and Legit Ballaz sh**, let the Mo' pop, and drop the top Ride like it's summer-time in the Chi Get'chu blind, to the abra Blowin' lime to the sky Rhyme til' I die, tryin' to get by Lil' miss, lookin' tight in the coochie Whether it's a Gucci Love the way you do the jiggy when you walk Soundin' like you freaky, girl, every time you talk I know ya aura make the fellas wanna break 'em off Hear me brotha? Gotta try to get our feet further Hit a lic and feed, one-another Cause all we got is, each-other I take it week-after-week And to kick the flows that I freak but, uhh Roll up on a chick and, spit game Let me show you how the back seat of a Lexus feel Take a hit of sess and chill Girl, dressed to k** Whippin' that s** appeal Next appeal? (Hook, Johnny P) Sex, s**, appeaaal (Whooaaa) I'm talkin' bout s** appeaal, heeeyyy Sex, s**, appeaaal Said her body keeeeeeeep Sex, s**, appeaaal (Callin', callin', callin' meee) Sex, s**, appeaaal (Callin', callin', callin' meee) Sex appeal, s**, s** appeal Sex appeal, s** appeal (Talkin' about) Sex appeal, s**, s** appeal (Ohh yeah) Sex appeal, s** appeal (Bring it on, bring it on) Said ya body just callin' me And ain't nothin' like an orgy Back it all girl (Ahhh-ahhh) Cause a brotha just (Ahhh-Ahhh) I'm faallinnn, in love with herrrr Yes I ammm, yes I ammm Yes I aaammm Whoa-aahhhh Said I'm still right here Lookin' it at your heaaaart closed Checkin' out that Prada coooatt Mmm-mm-mmmmmmm