"C'mon now" [repeated]



[Verse 1]

Got 'em up, yeah my Taliano, not many brothers is rollin in Diablos

Hittin the hard rock, to finish my work spot

I'm lookin for females to cop (yeah)

You thinkin past me, I'm rollin up a five point O like pimps on ho, G

And I'm sittin in third, I'm never on swerve, to the right I merge

Now I'm patrollin and I'm lookin for a skirt, this thing I'm holin

I still got game ain't a damn thing change

I spot ten V's in the left lane

Eye contact is on, I'm rollin down windows pointin at thongs

And she's poppin them buttons and yankin that blouse

Girl let it all out!

And that's what she did, baby ain't no kid

36 D's a make a man skid

I'm puttin in work on the freeway pass

Cause she put 'em on the glass (yeah)



[Break: w/ ad libs]

Put 'em on the glass ..

Put 'em on the glass, girl

Put 'em on the glass



[Verse 2]

Yes he's kinky, weenie and jinky

Got fresh rock on his pinkie

He gets paid to stay laid

My copycats fade, evade to unpaid who's stay played

Girls when I'm on the freeway

Cats jumpin in, givin me leeway

And then drop them things on the dash

This Porsche is quick so don't try to run fast

At speed I got a need to see you breathe

And proceed with the kinky tease

Indecent exposure can't hold ya, it's makin you bolder

Cause baby is a Mix-A-Lot soldier

But lusting is on balls

Everybody's beggin to get into your draws

What's makin you hit brown?

+Baby Got Back+ or (shake it up and down)

You can follow me home cause this bone is on full blown

Straight growin all night long

I like my females nasty

Never try to drive straight past me

Just get in the left lane and show me your insane

And fill up the window with fangs

Puttin niggaz on skids, jump out and straight crash

Cause she put 'em on the glass



[Break: w/ ad libs] [scratched]



[Verse 3]

How many times will you play this

before your ban this, I heard Mix so I can't stand this

But I got a family, lovin this scandalous rap

Guess who I got layin on the canvas

D-R R-I-C-H-A-R-D

Hard from the three way party

Baby them things is workin

Fillin up the passenger window with Jergens

You hit the gas I hit my drool

Baby can I get with you?

Rush the blood 'til the glass gets dressed

Obsessed with the ways you express yourself

Some say I only rap about wealth

But baby can I talk about your health?

Lungs, lungs, motherfuckin lungs

Get a brother oh so strung

I'm lovin this window draftin

The whole right lane is draftin

Offend me, offend me, you can freak me if your friendly

B double O B S, straight sittin in the window

I'd rather kiss them than indo

And if you see me on the freeway, baby don't pass

Slow down and put 'em on the glass



[Break: w/ ad libs]

Put 'em on the glass

Put 'em on the glass, girl

Put 'em on the glass

Now shake them titties ..

Shake 'em ..

Put 'em on the glass ..

Put 'em on the glass