Flirt - WC, Case

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

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

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

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

(You me, Dub-Cee)

Uh, Dub-Cee (Flirt)

Case (that's me)

New millenium shit (baby baby babe)