Maad Phunk - U Got It lyrics

You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans And if you do it good, well then you got me You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans And if you do it good, well then you got me Pop that Crys, Mr. juicy lips What I gotta do for you to ride these hips Slide to the whip, ride to the strip Get a place on the low, right off fifth Low lights, move right, seats real cushy Make a move on you, hope I ain't too pushy I like the way we vibe But there's something about you baby that's making me hot And I don't smoke, but I will take a tote for you I see you risin', tell me what ya going through You wanna what, oh sh**, now you talkin' to me That s**y sh** gon' bring out the New York in me I know you heard me say it before, Lyte as a rock I hope you knock, come on baby, put it on the spot By that knot in your jeans I see you holdin' a lot You makin' me hot, so show me what you got You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans And if you do it good, well then you got me You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans And if you do it good, well then you got me [Unknown Male] You lookin' good chick, I wanna get that Tell me what I gotta do to get with that You lookin' good girl, I wanna get that (aha) Tell me what I gotta do to get with that At the club I gotta preview You followin' me, I can see you in the rear views You swallowin' me, every word that you heard me say Rolled up the elevator, ran down the hallway Blast through the doorway, pause You gon' make me drop my drawers X that n***a, come out yours Back's real big and shoulders broad Six pack, let me hit that with your thick back From the kitchen floor to the jacuzzi Anywhere we do it, you gon' salute me I got the whipped cream, I got the magazines Before we hit it you gon' have to get that a** clean Get that hat boy, and crack that back boy And don't be scared if I smack it from the back boy I'm feeling sticky like I'm hot from the sun, oh What you sayin', you ain't got one You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans And if you do it good, well then you got me You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans And if you do it good, well then you got me And if you do it good, good, well then you got me, me Well then you got me, me, ooh, ooh, ooh, pause