Warning:
These lyrics might contain offensive language.
Artist: WC
Album: Ghetto Heisman / 12 November, 2002
Title:
Flirt
feat. Case
[Verse: WC]
We been through SL Coupe
Wrist
froze like Igloo
Big Lou, Tony get your sauce swirled
Come twisting,
Nina whistling that you with your home girls
Big bankers, Big drinker, I
see you sneaking
A peak so I know you live these gangsters
Freaky
thoughts got me cussing at you
Visualizing me in side ya, baby can we holla
Lookie here lets skip the fake conversation and all the waiting
My name
is Dub what's crackalatin
Certified rider, all nighter, dipping in the
Impala
Trying to get you with this anaconda
Be your friendly
neighbor-hood neighbor with paper
Chrome and wood on the Chevy baby
Bust
rubbers go deep under covers
A freaky mother fucka' we should get to know
each other
[Chorus: Case]
Come take a ride with me baby
Me and my
homey bout to blow - Flirt
I saw you at the light looking bright
Banging
from your head to your toes - Flirt
Can't tell the future, I don't know
what tomorrow holds
But we can smoke a little chronic, drink a little
And if it's good, drink a lil' mo - Flirt
[Verse: WC]
Ain't no
denying I'm straight buying
You in that tight skirt
Cause baby you got
my flirt
Shutting all rookies down
Stub down Dub Cezzy
A.k.a. Pussy
Hound
Who was snitching, punany technician
Trying to make your head off
from multiple positions
Off a yatch and moet
I fiend for sex, menage a
trois and getting freaky of that ass
Cause I insert it
Squirt it wit
you on top jerking it
Playing Mystikal like "show me what you working
wit"
Running up in it playing dead duck let me put the plug in it
Show
you how a thug hit it
Exchange lines, blazing drinks St. Ides
Trying to
do the damn thing wit you
And your girl at the same time
No commitments
to make the butt riches, a machine loving m vocabulary,
flirt
[Chorus]
[Verse: WC]
I got a problem, and it's serious
as cancer
No matter what you call it baby I'm a fuckaholic
Trying to get
you on the lizo to blow
And whistle my melody, part them legs open like the
Red Sea
Make you smack hit it from the back
While I'm creeping in the
hood blowing on dubs sac
As long as your kit-kat gets wet and
percolate
No matter the color or size, I can't hate
I like the skinny
ones, thick ones the whole entre
I even think I'm country for fat monkeys
like Beyonce
Wet lips and as ghetto as Vivica
Nasty long tongue known
for licking ya
I might trick a little just to keep the litter
But
tripping as G gon' cause we goin sip
I'm mashing to smashing
There's too
many asses
I can't role past them, I'm getting at them
[Chorus]
(2x)
[Outro: WC + (Case)]
(You me, Dub-Cee)
Uh, Dub-Cee
(Flirt)
Case (that's me)
New millenium shit (baby baby
babe)