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[CHORUS] Baby, tell me if you're with it, with it Is it cool, can I get it, can I come over Hit it when the club over Tell me if you're really with it Is it cool when I get it, act a fool Can I hit it by the pool Baby, tell me if you're with it, with it Is it cool, can I it when the club over Bring a little love over Tell me if you're really with it Is it cool, can I get it in the pool Can I video it too? Caught up in your lust Knew I'd be back from the moment we touched I get a head rush when I'm up in ya Like when the lead bust; bad bitch Lookin like she mixed on some half shit Freaky bitch have a weaker nigga in a casket Every time I call you (it's on), but I ain't no fool Probably have a dozen other ballers callin you too All in you, too, but I ain't the one that's fallin for you When I hit you just wanna know that it's cool Are you with it, can you dig it? My intentions explicit Cause I fiend for the way you kissin and lickin SongtexteSo intense, you make me feel it in my wildest dreams High off the E or just chillin Got you blowin up my two-way, ready and willin Such a nasty little chassy cause we ain't even friends We just ("Hi") fuck ("Goodbye") then I'm gone in the wind Till that next time I'm jonesin and I'm on it again Me and my part-time fuck friend caught up in sin [CHORUS] I'm at the club 360, poppin big Cristy Didn't bring no bitches but I'm takin some with me Yellin dumb things to them ones with the tongue rings Two-ways and thumb rings, young things with sprung game I got bitches in the elevator gettin it on Busters handcuffin hoes and they sendin em home I met two from New Jeru I just took to the Brougham Puertorican speakin Spanish while they givin me dome No play for the small-timers while they floss on the phone Cause he lackin the mackin tools and still livin at home Workin that ticket-face Rolex that he copped on a loan While I'm self-made, self-paid, popped on my own I seen visions ever since the moment I was christened Of me bein king, every word that I send straight ism Don't try to lie, see the look in yo eyes I think your man ain't fuckin you right, let's take a ride [CHORUS] Rollin in my new Lex SE-4 Had a little fun, now I'm ready to go On her mama's frontdo' step I let her go Smash home, blazin a rope about a quarter to fo' When I pull up to my house, nigga, whaddaya know It's little mama in the furcoat from the weekend befo' LA type, probably lookin for dough But I'm thinkin that I can get her for mo' And have her flippin me rolls We upstairs and she rippin my clothes Hangin on me like a new pair of Girbauds Vampire, all on my throat Take it easy, baby, nice and slow You gon' get it but first think I like to know Is if you with it [CHORUS] Aus Songtexte Mania