[Verse: WC]   We been through SL Coupe   Wrist froze like Igloo   Big Lou, Tony get your sauce swirled   Come twisting, Nina whistling that you with your home girls   Big bankers, Big drinker, I see you sneaking   A peak so I know you live these gangsters   Freaky thoughts got me cussing at you   Visualizing me in side ya, baby can we holla    Lookie here lets skip the fake conversation and all the waiting   My name is Dub what's crackalatin   Certified rider, all nighter, dipping in the Impala   Trying to get you with this anaconda   Be your friendly neighbor-hood neighbor with paper   Chrome and wood on the Chevy baby   Bust rubbers go deep under covers   A freaky mother fucka' we should get to know each other   [Chorus: Case]   Come take a ride with me baby   Me and my homey bout to blow - Flirt   I saw you at the light looking bright   Banging from your head to your toes - Flirt   Can't tell the future, I don't know what tomorrow holds   But we can smoke a little chronic, drink a little    And if it's good, drink a lil' mo - Flirt   [Verse: WC]   Ain't no denying I'm straight buying    You in that tight skirt   Cause baby you got my flirt   Shutting all rookies down   Stub down Dub Cezzy   A.k.a. Pussy Hound   Who was snitching, punany technician    Trying to make your head off from multiple positions   Off a yatch and moet   I fiend for sex, menage a trois and getting freaky of that ass   Cause I insert it    Squirt it wit you on top jerking it   Playing Mystikal like "show me what you working wit"   Running up in it playing dead duck let me put the plug in it   Show you how a thug hit it   Exchange lines, blazing drinks St. Ides   Trying to do the damn thing wit you   And your girl at the same time    No commitments to make the butt riches, a machine loving m vocabulary, flirt   [Chorus]   [Verse: WC]   I got a problem, and it's serious as cancer   No matter what you call it baby I'm a fuckaholic   Trying to get you on the lizo to blow   And whistle my melody, part them legs open like the Red Sea   Make you smack hit it from the back    While I'm creeping in the hood blowing on dubs sac   As long as your kit-kat gets wet and percolate   No matter the color or size, I can't hate   I like the skinny ones, thick ones the whole entre   I even think I'm country for fat monkeys like Beyonce   Wet lips and as ghetto as Vivica    Nasty long tongue known for licking ya   I might trick a little just to keep the litter   But tripping as G gon' cause we goin sip   I'm mashing to smashing   There's too many asses    I can't role past them, I'm getting at them   [Chorus] (2x)   [Outro: WC + (Case)]   (You me, Dub-Cee)   Uh, Dub-Cee (Flirt)   Case (that's me)   New millenium shit (baby baby babe)