(feat. Cappadonna, Lounge Mode) 



[Intro: Cappadonna (sample)] 

Yo, what up, this is for Kreators 

Ain't no sweat, same old game, we love the honey ("with you, with you") 

We love the honeys, everywhere a chick, chick 

There a chick, there a chick, everywhere ("said I'm ready now, oh") 

Yo, uh-huh, bigger Don', yo 



[Cappadonna] 

I love a honey, half Chinese, and half Gayanese 

Be quick, drop to her knees 

Don't even ask me shit, always on the stroll 

I'm lookin' for a straight hood rat chick 

Something to go home with 

Something I just might wanna be alone with 

Something I don't have to play the phone with 

All I gotta do is, just bone the shit 

First night, that's when I meet that chick 

I'm on the strip, C-Don, yeah, girl get a grip 

You know my steelo, army fatigue 

Timberland boots, don't let me intrigue 

But I gotta smoke a blunt with you 

Straight up and down, play the front with you 

I just wanna stunt with you, cuz you my fly boo 

Yeah, you know how we do 



[Interlude: sample (Lounge Mode)] 

"With you, with you" (baby girl, come walk with me, man) 

"With you, with you" (let's go over here, youknowhatimean, to the bodega) 

"Said I'm ready now, oh" (let me get a Dutch, and a good wrap 

It's so necessary, man, so we can just swing one, you know, yo) 



[Lounge Mode] 

Yo, what's the deal gorgeous? 

I can't hit you on your Sprint cordless? 

And one day, talk about it over food orders 

I'm Lounge Lo, where you from, how I figured out 

It's all good, what's your name? I wanna dig you out 

And make you something, get dough and break you something 

Spend time, plus dine at the lake or something 

Have sex foreplay, and watch a tape or something 

Yeah baby, let's get it on, the wave is nothing 

Wild style thug, still run with an eight 

Got a chick now, gettin' it crunk fifth in the waist 

And she dealin with a cat like me exactly 

Like, givin' love names and callin' me Blacky 

I said, that's my girl, that's my twenty two 

Its all love, so the hell what the money do 

That's my girl, that's my twenty two 

Its all love so the hell, what the money do, stupid 



[Interlude: sample (Cappadonna)] 

"With you, with you" 

"With you, with you" 

"Said I'm ready now, oh" 

What's your name, do you drink champagne? 

Do you smoke a little weed? Do you pop ecstasy? 

Do you got seeds? It's all gravy 

This the baby daddy, huh, give me a kiss 



[Jaysaun] 

You better join us, cuz you can't beat us 

With professional cheaters, who clutch chrome heaters 

Under wife beaters, at Club Cheetah's, so nice to meet us 

In them Daisy Duke shorts, no Boss Hog and no Cletus 

Love look fierce, three karats in their ears 

Gold stud in the bottom lip, and diamonds in her tongue pierce 

Shook what her mama gave her, a Playboy bunny 

And plus she tail links with a major player 

And that's nothing but scandal, and hot wax 

Drippin' on your back, incense smoke and mad candels 

Body paints, graffiti on your flesh, spray painted on the walls like vandals 

She say Jaysaun, so kinky, bright glow on her pinky toe 

Green so sticky, the waya I'm handlin' mines 

Ought to be a crime, last word bitch 

Seek and you'll find, we get it 



[Outro: sample] 

"With you, with you" 

"With you, with you" 

"Said I'm ready now, oh"