Why you over there staring at me?
Come on over girl, give me sticks
And what I see, what I saw, what I'm a-cusa
I see a girl with a fat piece of my moocha
She give me reason fi drive fi me sledgehammer
I lick the nail pon the head and make she start stammer
Stammer, stammer, stammer, it's like she get a grammar
Is that girl for real?
And it take you time when you wine, girl it blow in my mind
And shake your hips and lick your lips, girl it doing so fine
And it's a matter of fact, I'm gonna make you mine
Is that girl for real?