このNight ならRich にWalls fall down
It's the game rocker, shot clocka playa
keep my jersey out the locker,
got ya shaking like ya hangin out a helicopter
Making a movement, on ya body coupe,
baby I need it in the morning,
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot,
knocking boots im always in the mood
baby got a body fighting Satan off
Reted-R, bet it feel like satin,
Better than a buzz she lazor off,
lemme watch the way u take it off
U know u got them lips that nicoteenin
U make it hard for me to walk, I'm leanin,
Down the 405 in traffic damn u got me fiendin