by Lil AJ What up Babygirl, Is you up fa some rubbin’? Fa getting freaky in dis bathroom when we posed to be clubbin’? While da DJ spinnin’ trakks its yo moans I’ll be dubbin’… I’ll be makin’ you cream, Remixin’ yo screams, Lightin’ up yo pussy like it was laced wit gasoline, Makin’ shit hotter than oxygen-acetylene… Yo body’s Bootylicious, you dayum sho flaunted that fact, Now lemme be like Miss E and Lick Shots from the back… Awww you tryna be quiet? What can I do about that? Lemme hit you a lil harder and play wit yo ass, Baby scream it out, ain’t no need to hold back… Imma make you cum hard, Leave you no choice but to let go, Ain’t no one finna hear you, This club’s more crowded than Grand Central… Dayum Babygirl yo pussy is mad tight, Tighter than Times Square on a Saturday night, And just as tight as the Village at NYC Pride… Oh yeah, since I got you cummin’ I guess I should know yo name, But by da way you pourin’ I would guess dey call you Rain… You can tell me what it is when you regulate yo breathin’, Anyway, my name is Angel, Yeah I know you ain’t believin’, But trust me Ma it is my name, I just act like a demon, Now what you said yo name was? Aiigh Keisha, we should be leavin’… Four feet up in a bathroom stall will look too dayum suspicious, I think we should felete dis, Oh shit I hear da bouncer, Its cuz mad niggas wanna piss Aiigh Keisha, I’ll leave first, you meet me by da bar, And den we can leave and finish up in da back of my car Den I’ll take yo fine ass home so you can dream bout me, And reminisce on what we did up in 133 See you next week Boo Copyright © 2001. Used by permission of author. All Rights Reserved.