Fat Joe, Ginuwine - Crush Tonight lyrics

Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like you tryna
Have a baby cuz

Everybody's out to fuck tonight
The fine women, they out to fuck tonight
My niggas, they down to fuck tonight
Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players

Came through the door, seen it before
Hands touchin' the ceiling
Booty streakin' the floor
You ever felt good to the
Point you so sure that
All the attention in the club is yours
Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior
Leave us
Trade a little happy on your Vickey draws
Gettin' your dance on hard
Who could wish for more
And your crew's all but know it's a horse
Got the Don all warm and it ain't the Hen'
Feelin' like the Don woman
You could wrestle her chin
Shorty, come a little closer
While the record spin
I wanna freak a little longer
Can they play it again

Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind
And to let you know, you just as good as gold
It's like we got our own
Little private party goin' on
And the scene just changed into
Shores of San Juan
It's so intimate, we so into it
Such a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent
Grindin' so hard you gotta
Know what I'm thinkin'
Laughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend
Now we at the pad about to crack a case
Playin' the couch like Ceasar's
She feedin' me grapes
Not for nuttin' hon, the sex is great
But you know you got to go
I got checks to chase next

If you're wit' it grab your friends
Follow Joe and me cuz it's on, it's on
Went in and got the Cris' and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on

Now mami, let's get serious
Cuz by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is
Just a little curious
You got a friend, we could gather then split
If not, I got a girl for every girl I get
There's a drop in the lot and it whip so fast
We hit the swiss hotel before
You finish your glass
And you know you wanna be
Where the cake is at
Where the pockets just like calories
Extra fat mami, your body like Malery
On Natural Born Killer she like
They got money but ya'll are more realer
She wanna roll wit' us
Pretty much to crit' us
No beatin' around the bush
Just beatin' it 'till you bit us