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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pharoahe Monch
Pharoahe Monch
Performer
Mela Machinko
Mela Machinko
Background Vocals
Black Milk
Black Milk
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Cross
Christopher Cross
Composer
Troy Donald Jamerson
Troy Donald Jamerson
Composer
L. Conner
L. Conner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Milk
Black Milk
Producer
Blair Wells
Blair Wells
Recording Engineer
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They don't dig the urgency
[Verse 2]
Okay, so boom like
I'm at the bar right I'm at the club
I'm chillin' at the bar
I got my drink, you know I drink my Grey Goose
So I turn around with my drink in my hand
Shorty all over me, you know what I'm sayin?
Everybody lookin' at my face like, yo, what you gon' do?
You what I'm sayin'?
So I'm like, yeah, I'm lookin' at her and like
[Verse 3]
Woo let me adjust myself
She making it hard, I don't trust myself
But you throwin' it back, I might bust right here
You dancing like you really tryna **** right here
If you don't feel that roll of quarters
Move that bubble back whole at boarder
And if you turn around and bend
I will show you one and again
[Verse 4]
She said, Who you know? How you get a nine in the club?
I said that's not a nine ma, that's merely a eight
But if I buy you a drink, could we go out on a date?
'Cause you sound like you wasn't born inside the Empire State
She said, I'm not from here, it's hot in here
But you're popular, so I'm not secure
Everywhere she was walkin', dudes was stoppin' her
The smoke was irritating to her ocular
I said your contacts
She said, Huh?
Give me your contact
I'm going to the bathroom, Can you buy me a cognac?
Okay okay
[Verse 5]
Ooh ooh, you sexy
Baby, won't you let me
Baby, ooh
Show some secret things to you?
Ooh ooh, you sexy
Baby, won't you let me
Baby, ooh
All the things you want me to
[Verse 6]
I got you Hennessy and coke, but
Shoulda got a diet 'cause if you watchin' your calories
Now where's my hospitality?
And if I got it straight
Shit, what if it's straight
'Cause after a couple of those you start to relate
She dancin' better than savion
Workin' her lady charm
Battin' her eyelashes finagilin her baby arm
And all up in my space
Next day I'm on her Myspace
Top eight
[Verse 7]
We contemplatin' a hot date
Got pool side flicks for the cool fly blogs
With the rules I kicked about the yuletide logs
She like low cut jeans with the real high clogs
And dig music so much she got two iPods
I'm tryin' to make it to third base like A-rod
Throw a couple of Guinness Stout back just to stay
So cats can say, now let's just say
I'm tryna get horizontal like
Yesterday, she say
[Verse 8]
Ooh ooh, you sexy
Baby, won't you let me
Baby, ooh
Show some secret things to you?
Ooh ooh, you sexy
Baby, won't you let me
Baby, ooh
All the things you want me to
[Verse 9]
All the things you want me to
Written by: Christopher Cross, L. Conner, Troy Donald Jamerson
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