Wet My Whistle

[Chorus: Sara Stokes]

Uh, uh, uh, uh, adjust ya radio

Boy you got me tripping, boy you got me tripping

Baby wet my whistle, boy you got me tripping

You got me heated

So won't you wet my whistle, boy you drive me crazy

And I can't get enough

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9" & Sara Stokes & Kid Vishis]

(It's him) With the B-to the Double O-M

You can feel the breeze from the Rover, the Benz

You can hear it over and over again

As I get closer and closer, then

Rolling by the pose with the blow and the dro and the blend, with the soldier grin

Rolling by the sto' with the 4-0, sitting in my lap like Ice Cube way back when

But we too grown, so we roll by a ho in the two tone, Maybach Benz

(He ain't even from the hood) Sell it to the streets

Nigga yelling that to me, you selling that for cheap

You best stick to walking, unless you'd like to be offed'en

For less then the price of a coffin

Nigga where them dollars at', straighten up your face

I'm smelling you aroma, you hating up the place

Before I start K'ing up the place, this is what you fearing

[Chorus: Sara Stokes & Royce da 5'9"]

Adjust your radio

Boy you got me tripping (This is what you hearing, boom)

Boy you got me tripping (This is what you hearing, boom)

Baby wet my whistle

Boy you got me tripping (This is for the trunks with them thangs in 'em, boom)

You got me heated (This is for the trunks with them thangs)

So won't you wet my whistle

Boy you drive me crazy (This is for the trunks with them thangs in 'em, boom)

And I can't get enough

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9" & Sara Stokes]

It's him, with the B-to the Double O-M

You can feel the breeze from the Rover, the Benz

You can hear it over and over again

As I get closer and closer, then

Sounding like a plane on the landing strip

Wheels looking like fans on a whip

Backseat of my Benz lets swing an episode

Come on, cheat on ya man ma, he don't have to know

I got a room like the Real World confessional

Booth, I only allow true professional

Can we turn the camera off

Uh-uh, that's a no

Can I put my shoes on ya seat'

Uh-uh, that's a no, I bring a light to ya hood with me

Hop in this car and shine honey if you wanna be looking good with me

You see that full clip by him, like he that hood rich nigga

Riding in that BF Goodrich tire

My status in the streets don't matter

When the haters come thru like the static in the speakers

[Chorus: Sara Stokes & Royce Da 5'9"]

Adjust your radio

Boy you got me tripping (This is what you hearing, boom)

Boy you got me tripping (This is what you hearing, boom)

Baby wet my whistle

[Boy you got me tripping (This is for the trunks with them thangs in 'em, boom)

You got me heated (This is for the trunks with them thangs)

So won't you wet my whistle

Boy you drive me crazy (This is for the trunks with them thangs in 'em, boom)

And I can't get enough

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9" & Sara Stokes]

Boom, niggas at the car wash looking (looking) scheming (scheming)

Tires gleaming (gleaming) ya'll stay mad

At the wood grain in the parque dash

Stash in the deck, albums banging (banging)

Off the fiberglass of the Vette (like boom)

While we hanging, doing our thang

Me and one of my mayne, it's a summertime thang

[Outro: Sara Stokes]

Boom, haha, M.I.C

Boy you got me tripping

Boy you got me heated

And I can't get enough