Fat Joe Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Crush Tonite Lyrics

1 - [Ginuwine] 

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 

[Fat Joe] 

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 

Repeat 1 

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 

Repeat 1 

[Ginuwine] 

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 

[Fat Joe] 

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 

Repeat 1