WC - Flirt lyrics

(Verse: WC) We been through SL Coupe Wrist froze like Igloo Big Lou, Tony get your sauce swirled Come twisting, Nina whistling that you with your home girls Big bankers, Big drinker, I see you sneaking A peak so I know you live these gangsters Freaky thoughts got me cussing at you Visualizing me in side ya, baby can we holla Lookie here lets skip the fake conversation and all the waiting My name is Dub what's crackalatin Certified rider, all nighter, dipping in the Impala Trying to get you with this anaconda Be your friendly neighbor-hood neighbor with paper Chrome and wood on the Chevy baby Bust rubbers go deep under covers A freaky mother f**ka' we should get to know each other (Chorus: Case) Come take a ride with me baby Me and my homey bout to blow - Flirt I saw you at the light looking bright Banging from your head to your toes - Flirt Can't tell the future, I don't know what tomorrow holds But we can smoke a little chronic, drink a little And if it's good, drink a lil' mo - Flirt (Verse: WC) Ain't no denying I'm straight buying You in that tight skirt Cause baby you got my flirt Shutting all rookies down Stub down Dub Cezzy A.k.a. p**y Hound Who was snitching, punany technician Trying to make your head off from multiple positions Off a yatch and moet I fiend for s**, menage a trois and getting freaky of that a** Cause I insert it Squirt it wit you on top jerking it Playing Mystikal like "show me what you working wit" Running up in it playing dead duck let me put the plug in it Show you how a thug hit it Exchange lines, blazing drinks St. Ides Trying to do the damn thing wit you And your girl at the same time No commitments to make the bu*t riches, a machine loving m vocabulary, flirt (Chorus) (Verse: WC) I got a problem, and it's serious as cancer No matter what you call it baby I'm a f**kaholic Trying to get you on the lizo to blow And whistle my melody, part them legs open like the Red Sea Make you smack hit it from the back While I'm creeping in the hood blowing on dubs sac As long as your kit-kat gets wet and percolate No matter the color or size, I can't hate I like the skinny ones, thick ones the whole entre I even think I'm country for fat monkeys like Beyonce Wet lips and as ghetto as Vivica Nasty long tongue known for licking ya I might trick a little just to keep the litter But tripping as G gon' cause we goin sip I'm mashing to smashing There's too many a**es I can't role past them, I'm getting at them (Chorus) (2x) (Outro: WC + (Case)) (You me, Dub-Cee) Uh, Dub-Cee (Flirt) Case (that's me) New millenium sh** (baby baby babe)