Root Beer Float

The name is N-Tyce

Coming straight from the state of the Hornets

If I had a jimmy, mad brothers would be on it

I got more style than a model, a tough act to follow

Got so much flavor you try to swallow (Yep)

Now you catch me in the streets or catch me in the beat

A lot brothers want to catch me under sheets

I got the looks filled with so many hearts, I'm a stone crook

I got more numbers than a phone book

You might have heard about my style

See, got a nice silhouette

Better yet, check the profile

Me, I be getting busy from night 'til dawn

I got it going on (Yeah, she got it going on)

Yeah, you can't touch this

I know that my name ain't Janet, but I'm called Poetic Justice

Let me chill for a minute while I rest my throat

Catch me sippin' on a root beer float (Ah)

I'm coming off like the clothes on a ho or a hooker

The cutie dip looker, a phone number booker

I'm the greatest entertainer since Dougie

Check the Source, I'm pulling hits like a druggie