(Phone conversation between Mac and a girl)
Mac: Wassup girl? What's happenin with ya?
Girl: Nothing
Mac: Chillin huh?
Girl: Yeah
Mac: Well look, you know why I called you over here huh?
Girl: Why?
Mac: You know what's happenin' You ain't gotta be shy
Girl: What's happenin' with you?
Verse 1:
Yo Yo Yo
Arriving at my back door, silk dress hit the floor
second time around she want more, I got it instore
Jazz flowin' in the back drop, I hit the jackpot
She went to yellin' Mac stop,
But that's a contradiction, I can feel it in your friction
Your finger nails full of my skin, but it's a sin,
cause everything good is bad for ya
In the sheets, nothing but heat,
Satisfing you, you satisfy me, it's like the exstacy speaks
and I dont wanna end it,
it's kinda cool how are bodies blended, a third time is recommend
but you my woman so it's no guilt, we lay between the silk chillin'
it's over but we still trippin' off the feelin'
I'm a soldier, so I hold ya, them three words is what I told ya,
you smiled and tell me about the next time you coming over
See your mind is what I'm really sexin',
your body just a source of erection, and plus I use protection
You never worry about the chicks approaching me at my show,
I be polite but you know I aint really scoping them hoes
You never with another nigga cause you be with me,
and that's the way is supposed to be,
I got you in mind when you ain't close to me
and that's love
Chorus -1: (Sons of Funk, (Ms Peaches) x2
You would like to go war with me
Cause I can hear that pussy callin' me
Inside your love is where I wanna be
(Would you like to come