You're lookin' rather tasty
I never take a small bite
Just how long you'll be with me
Slide that, real good, lovin' on
I need a man with a big strong hand
Packin' it in a gangsta stand
The twisted dreads, not brushed babe
Even with his hair shaved
Ya need a brotha that'll speak his mind
Never thinkin' twice about what he might find
Call me up 2 hours late and tell me
That our date ain't goin' on
Other men knows that it's wrong, yeah
If he really wants these goods
He could have it if he would
Take off his clothes, and
I had brotha that had did me wrong
Never took the time to listen to my song
When I say 'mine', I mean a new love thang
Pressin' down the street with a ghetto swang
Call me up 2 hours late & tell me
That our date ain't goin' on
Other men knows that it's wrong, yeah
If he really wants these goods
He could have it if he would
Take off all his clothes, and
Pass the lovin', need ya kissin' and ya huggin'
You givin' me somethin' special
Oh the man ain't never buggin'
You got it goin' on from the flesh to the bone
A rough neck tender always down with brown - stone
I know that soon & very soon it's gonna be aiight
So won't ya ring my numba, meet ya at my crib tonight
We'll from A to be to see & then we'll jump to Q
I'll blow your mind with all the nasty things I'm gonna do
WRITERS
CHARMAYNE MAXWELL, CHARMAYNE MAXENA MAXWELL, DARIN WHITTINGTON, NICOLE GILBERT