[Sampled Intro: War]
They don't dig the urgency
[Intro: Pharoahe Monch]
Okay, so boom, like
I'm at the bar, right, I'm at the club, right, 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 gonna do?"
You know what I'm sayin?
So I'm like, alright, I'm lookin' at her, I'm like, I'm like
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch, Mela Machinko, Club Patron]
Wooo! 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're really tryna fuck right here
If you don't feel that roll of quarters
Move that bubble back whole at border
And if you turn around and bend
I will show you one more 'gain
"Goddamn, what are those, two midgets in her back pocket?"
She said, "Who you know, how you get a .9 in the club?"
I said, "That's not a nine, ma, that's merely an 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 walking, 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"
[Chorus: Mela Machinko]
Ooh, ooh, you're sexy (Sexy)
Baby, won't you let me? (Let me)
Baby, ooh, show some secret thangs to you
Ooh, ooh, you're sexy (Sexy)
Baby, won't you let me? (Let me)
Baby, ooh, all the things you want me to
[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]
I got you Hennessy and Coke, but should've got a Diet
'Cause if you watching 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 (Woo), workin' her lady charm
Battin' her eyelashes, finaglin' her baby arm
And all up in my space
Next day, I'm on her MySpace top eight
We contemplating a hot date
Got poolside flicks for the cool fly blogs
With the rules I kicked about the yuletide logs
And she like low-cut jeans with the real high clogs
And dig music so much, she got two iPods
I'm tryna make it to third base like A-Rod
Threw a couple of Guinness stout back just to stay (Uh)
So, qu'est-ce que c'est? (Woo) Now let's just say (Uh)
I'm tryna get horizontal like yesterday, she say
Uh
[Chorus: Mela Machinko]
Ooh, ooh, you're sexy (Sexy)
Baby, won't you let me? (Let me)
Baby, ooh, show some secret thangs to you
Ooh, ooh, you're sexy (Sexy)
Baby, won't you let me? (Let me)
Baby, ooh, all the things you want me to
[Outro: Mela Machinko]
All the things you want me to
