MC Lyte - U Got It lyrics

rate 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

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 shit, now you talkin' to me

That sexy shit 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 nigga, 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 ass 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