Lookin' At You Songtext / Lyric

Warren G

When I step up in the place, your chance is gone

That bitch you was glancing on

If she leave with me, no chance that her pants is on

No bra, no panties on

Make her suck the same thing that my hand be on

Red room, thick bitch with a sandy tone, we gone

South beach in the Miami zone, Damn she grown

Bad little candy cone

One head nod from me, she out the door

One hand job from her, she out the door

Don't trip pronto bitch, out the door

Back to the beach, backyard, Delano

All bullshit aside, she a cold piece

The type that might go search the whole beach

The type that might go out and bring back some thing whack, screaming

Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me






Toi

Sexy walking with that attitude

You're lookin' at me, I'm lookin' at you

Although I know I'm with my man, I just can't help but check for you

Lookin' at me, I'm looking at you

Sneaky ways, but I ain't mad at you

Lookin' at me, I'm looking at you

Just imagine how this could go, I want you so

And if you give me a chance, boy you know its gonna get real



Warren G

I take mine, small waistline

Face of a dime, waste no time

Grind on the dick, take mine wit a lick.

You still be singing that Sunshine shit

It's your world girl, come collide with the dick.

Some Hot Zone champagne Heather Hunter, Dominique

Some moan shit, home alone on some groan shit,

King Kong make you moan wit this, and still want it all

In the club bathroom stall, backseat take your clothes off

I still fuck your broad. And all it take is one phone call,

Show up and I'm beatin up all walls

No joke, she broke all laws, handcuff and it's a lost cause



Toi

Can we roll (Creep)

I got a spot where we can both let go (Creep)

If you can kick it holla let me know (She creeps)

I'll keep it on the low (Creep creep creep creep)



Warren G

Sexy walkin with a street attitude

Love to get between the sheets and cheat on your dude

Besides, these drugs, got me in the mood

After the club we can choose how Stella got her groove

I ain't tryin to be rude, meet at my room number 2-1-3

Private slumber party, with your name on the V-I-P

That's how we get crunk s-i-p remy and get drunk



Toi

Sexy walking with that attitude

You lookin' at me, I'm lookin' at you

Although I know I'm with my man, I just can't help but check for you

Lookin' at me, I'm looking at you

Sneaky ways, but I ain't mad at you

Lookin' at me, I'm looking at you

Just imagine how this could go, I want you so

And if you give me a chance, boy you know its gonna get real