Lyrics

[Intro] Let me in where it's warm Uh-huh. Oh! Yeah, yeah Oh, she look good She look good over there, yeah Oh, that's her nigga over there, huh Oh, he's supposed to be another mob boss, huh He know we don't give a fuck about all that shit Tell her, come here [Hook] Can I get inside your world I just want to know you, girl Hold on tight and don't let go Moving fast and moving slow Girl, you make my temperature rise Your sexy ways cause you're so fine And I wanna be your special friend But it's cold outside, so let me in [Verse 1] I stepped in the club with a gang of clowns I went to the spot where all the hustlers hang out I was chilling at the table talking beers with Joe What your motherfuckers know about that goddamn block Now, there was couples and killers and real mob figures Pimps, players, and gangsters and D-boy niggas We chilling at the Coco Cabana Joe tapped me on the shoulder Said this girl looking at you Finding a motherfucker big booty style Giving me fuck faces Couldn't stop smiling Now, peep, she was married to another maid nigga Well known in the hood as straight mob figure She came up to her boss, slipped the nigga the digits I guess her nigga right hand man turned around and saw this shit She hopped in my whip, started giving me brains And the phone rang, and her nigga started talking strange [Interlude] Aye! I'll kill you and that nigga, bitch I know you with that nigga ??? You ain't gotta worry about a nigga [Hook] [Interlude] Alright, babe. It's your final stop Nah, nah, nah, nah. You ain't gotta say nothing Yeah, hit me on the ear cancer, lady [Verse 2] I dropped her off, early in the morning We was getting it in at the crack of dawn I poked off the traffic, headed to the homie I looked through my rear view, some niggas started telling me I didn't panic I hit my nigga on the cell He said, come up here, homie at the Snooty Tooty Motel I banked a right on the corner I parked my car at the telly Feeling no noise When they got out the car, a bum asked him for a quarter But little did they know, this was about to be a slaughter They dug into their pockets, gave the bum a little sound And when they turned away to follow me, the bum started dumping Now bring the yellow tape. I call little mama You ain't never gotta worry about this cupcake That's my word [Hook]