Intro: 2000, and it goes like. (Uh Huh, yeah yeah)
Chorus: This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wanna do
Talk all night, are we gonna screw?
I`m talking `bout me and you
Verse One: Sauce Money
I like to push up on chicks like it`s the last record
take `em to the telly get buck passed naked
Let `em feel the power, lick `em if it don`t taste sour
hit `em in the shower for an hour
Give `em that feeling, Sauce Money for real and
let her get on top if there`s mirrors on the ceiling
Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice
my device makes her say Damn, that nigga`s nice!
Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivot
pass your seven digits if you`re with it
Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockin`
nine times outta ten it`s on and poppin`
Ain`t no stopping victory`s in the air
bring a friend next time let`s do it again
Bring your whole crew if you see through me
and we can meet on the BQE
And it goes like
Chorus (2X)
Verse Two: Sauce Money, Jay-Z
Sauce Money:
Had this bitch bragging,
Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin;
huh, could you imagine
Shaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flame
in the morning Hot 97 the first thing
(Deny it) Hell yeah y`all don`t buy it
I don`t eat no kind of fish if you can`t fry it
But who knows maybe one day I`ll try it
but for now slow down too much lip is killin` your diet
Jay-Z:
Can I get it what - Get it wet
when he hit it first can I get it next, shit you the best
It ain`t wack to be with both of us, mami actually
I`m Eddie Kane Jr., that nigga me!
You want me to feel what he feel when it`s tight
and I know, he don`t be doing it right
But it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dicks
shit, we got nigga`s rides on our wrists
Play your cards right you`ll be driving the 6
shopping all day hoppin` out in the Dist.
Popping the Crist., shit hoppin` outta your wrist
popping your shit, New York`s hottest bitch
>From the ghetto to the Stilletto`s
but you gotta do it two times like an echo, y`all feelin` that
This is how we run it down the line
nigga Sauce goes first Jigga next to rhyme
Chorus (2X)
Verse Three: Jay-Z, Sauce Money
Jay-Z
I see you got a lot to get off your chest
coat, blouse, bra-don`t talk me to death
Like murder`s on your mind mami, off the dress
Jigga ran game `til I lost my breath
Sauce Money
Last thing I need to know is what it costs for sex
what you need to know is if I lost respect
Don`t have to worry if you do Sauce correct
I`ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don`t even sweat that
Jay-Z: Uh, dime pieces I`m hittin`
Sauce Money: Four in the morning Frosted Flakes in your kitchen
Jay-Z: Now you want me to start trickin` I suppose
Sauce Money: That`s when the first Face Off kicks in-
We don`t love these hoes!
Chorus (2X)
