The way I like it by the pound
That's the way it is on Blackstreet
After all, it's a booty call
Well, you know what I like
Why must I feel like that
Nothing but the dog in me
Why must I feel like that
Nothing but the dog in me
Might want to settle down
But on my wedding night I feel
I mean no disrespect at all
But if the other woman's on my mind
On my life, it's a booty call
Well, you know what I like
Why must I feel like that
And I'm digging on the vibes
Hey, yo, girl, stop teasing
'Cause I really wanna stroke
So we can cut to the chase
Come on, let's get this started
Well, you know what I like
Why must I feel like that
WRITERS
Edward Theodore Riley, Erick S. Sermon, Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman, George Jr. Clinton, Garry Marshall Shider, David L. Spradley, Leon F. Iii Sylvers, Antwone L. Dickey, Markell Demont Riley