Verse 1:
   Warren G:
   When I step up in the place your chance is gone
   That bitch you was glancin on
   If she leaves with me, no chance that her pants is on
   No bra no panties on
   Make me suck the same thang that my hand be on
   Redbone big bitch with a sandy tone
   We gone, South Beach in the Miami zone
   Damn she wrong, bad little candy cone
   One head nod from me she out the door
   One head job from her she out the door
   Don't trip
   Bitch, out the door
   Back to the beach, back yo, the line o
   All bullshit aside she's a cold piece
   The type to might go search the whole beach
   The type to might go out and bring back somethin wild
   Screamin, fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!
  
   Chorus:
   Toi:
   Sexy walkin with that attitude, you lookin at me, I'm lookin at you
   Although I know I wan't you I just can't help but check for you
   Lookin at me, I'm lookin at you
   Sneaky ways but I ain't mad at you, lookin at me, lookin at you
   Just imagine how this could go, I wan't you so
   And if you give me a chance, boy you know it's gonna get real
   Uh huh, yeah huh
  
   Verse 2:
   Warren G:
   I take mine from all waist line, face to the dime, waste no time
   Grind on the dicktake mine with a lick
   You still be singin that Sunshine shit
   It's your world girl come collide with the dick
   Some hot tone champagne Heather Hunter dominant some moan shit
   Home alone on some groan shit
   King Kong make you moan with this
   And still wan't it all, in the club bathroom stall
   Backseat take your clothes off
   And still fuck your broad, and all it take is one phone call
   Show up, and I'm beatin up all walls
   No joke, she broke all laws,handcuff a nigga lost balls
  
   Bridge:
   Toi:
   There we roll (Creep)
   I got a spot where we could go and roll (Creep)
   Whether you can kick it holla let me know (She creep)
   I'll keep it on the low, ooh oh oh (Creep creep creep creep)
  
   Verse 3:
   Warren G:
   Sexy walkin with a street attitude
   Love to get between the streets and cheat on your dude
   Besides, these drugs, got me in the mood
   After the club we can choose how Stella got her groove
   I ain't tryin to live rude, meet at my room number 2-1-3
   Private slumber party, with your name on the V-I-P
   That's how we get crunked sip realy and get drunk
  
   Chorus:
   Toi:
   Sexy walkin with that attitude, you lookin at me, I'm lookin at you
   Although I know I wan't you I just can't help but check for you
   Lookin at me, I'm lookin at you
   Sneaky ways but I ain't mad at you, lookin at me, lookin at you
   Just imagine how this could go, I wan't you so
   And if you give me a chance, boy you know it's gonna get real