[Verse (Chris)]   She My Down Ass Chick   Love me plus she like to come down my strip   Get paralyzed wipe down my Shit   I love you boo, you, my bug-a-boo    Type bug ya boo   All day all night then I merk on tha 1st chirp      [Chorus:]   Yeah, yeah   If you want it (yeah, yeah)   Baby you can get it   Still doin shows an afta party's    And afta tha party, And afta tha party    Its back to tha party at our crib      Yeah, yeah   If you want it (yeah, yeah)   Baby you can get it (yeah, yeah)   Still doin shows and afta party's   And afta tha party    its back to tha party At our crib      [Verse: (Chris)]   Niggas stingy we part it were I live   Niggas offended like beg ya parting that's my chick   (Is that you chick?)   Excuse me this aint our first time here   Don't approach me like dat, get roasted like dat   Damm shorty playin with ya emotions like dat   You a grown man she got you open like dat   Yu put something around her finger, now   She got you rapped around her finger its official   Well that's you, that's what you get for trickin   Keep giving her doe she takin care of Chris and   I'll play my position up give her da dick    Con her to come and soon as im donr   Tell her im skipping    She like and if you what you want you acting    Different and I'm like….      [Chorus:]   Yeah, yeah   Yeah, yeah   Still doing shows and afta party's   And afta da party its back to tha Party at our crib   If you want it (yeah, yeah)   Baby you can get it (yeah, yeah)   Still doin shows and afta party's and afta the party   It's back to party at our crib      [Verse: (Neef)]   If you want it you can get it   You could come but you cant live here   If I hit it I want Chris to hit it to   I know you wit it bitches    Mad cause I parted and danced wit ya girlfriends   Smoked a bit, mainly drunk off crys   And I wasn't even feelin that bitch   She acting al pissy same time sadidey   A little bit silly, I can't even get a quickie    Neva dat got a are codes for every city   Couple young freaks, couple old heads   That dig me, thinking they gone hold me,   Knowing they don't control me   Youngin been fuckin old heads aint shit you showed me   Got a walk like George and I talk like Goldie   Nope you can't hold me from hittin up ya homies   I do enough rappin at work, listen to oldies      [Chorus:]   Yeah, yeah   If you want it (yeah, yeah)   Baby you can get it   Still doin shows an afta party's    And afta tha party, And afta tha party    Its back to tha party at our crib      Yeah, yeah   If you want it (yeah, yeah)   Baby you can get it (yeah, yeah)   Still doin shows and afta party's   And afta tha party    Its back to tha party At our crib      [repeat till fade]