Marl)
 If you want it you can lick from the front
 If you want it . . .
 I like your stockings, stretch socks even your Reeboks
 Thug you out, take you on tour, learn all the weed spots
 We can sip wine, bump and grind on the slow-mo
 But on the d-low I heard your man was a homo
 We can combine just like two five and DoLo
 Tell me where to put it like solo
 Meet me at 702 I like your steelo
 Now boo face it, you're bangin' to your ankle bracelet
 I went against the grain when I said I'd never taste it
 You work all day come home ready for foreplay
 Your favourite dish, harmony grits and fish saute
 You love a thug boo, highly impressed by my tattoo
 Slim cut, walk with a strut keepin' it natural
 Your physical frame is like a Jada Pinkett
 I like to hear you moan, spank it grab your X and O anklet
 Freak off
 hook: "If you want it you can lick from the front
 If you want it
 If you want it you can lick from the front"
 Sick and tired of your wannabe thug he got you heated
 Knowin' that you need it but he's still afraid to eat it
 Friday night you tell him that you out with the girls
 But you're honin' in my world gettin' bent till you hurl
 I got the fireplace, bearskin rug so kick your feet out
 Hit me on a hit bay hundred I got the weed out
 Hydro keep it on low now bust the weed out
 Slide off the DKNY's so I can eat out
 Jump inside a jet black 5 or watch you speed out
 Adrenaline got you open like a stack of Benjamin's
 Then back to the Ben agains to eatin' pasta with Dominicans
 Eat it up
 (hook)
 Real niggas in the front, fake niggas in the middle
 Live niggas in the back say just a little
 Real niggas in the front, fake niggas in the middle
 Live niggas in the back, shake just a little