(Intro, Eightball)
Eightball and MJG
Three 6 Mafia, and 112
We finna take this thang to another level
Ya hear me?
All the ladies come to the front
All the haters, get out the building
Yeah
(Hook, 112)
Laid back in the 'Lac
Grippin the grain, as I'm cruisin the streets (Cruisin the streets girl)
It's 1:12 on the dot, you're on the phone talkin' dirty to me
Talkin' dirty to me
I wanna know, do you really wanna go
Cause I'm sittin in front of your condo
Other niggas playin' around, believe me, I'm the one though
So baby take ya clothes off and bring ya body next to me
(Verse 1, MJG)
Now how long will it take a nigga like MJG
To get a girl back to the hotel
I'ma stop and get some rubbers and some Cigarillos
You can meet me, I'mma be in room 112
Cause I did enough talkin on the telephone
Right now I'm really tryin'a put my hands on it
So if you any kinda way
You can come through, I know you didn't really plan on it
Although I gotta come and pick you up, show you off
Ride to the hot-spot
But don't try'ta act special, when you ridin in my drop-top
Listen what I need you to do is, hold this bag while I break this blunt down
We gon' have to park in a minute
Cause the cops get hot right around by sun-down
I like it how you wear them jeans
Tight fittin motherfucka, right with the low-rise
M-J, G finna sprinkle in somethin super incredible
Bitch I'm so fly
I got my hand on the woodgrain
I'm in a Cadillac feelin like a "Space-Age Pimp", mayn
And even if you try hard as hell
You never do it like I did it
It's a motherfuckin pimp thang
Eightball and MJG
Three 6 Mafia, and 112
We finna take this thang to another level
Ya hear me?
All the ladies come to the front
All the haters, get out the building
Yeah
(Hook, 112)
Laid back in the 'Lac
Grippin the grain, as I'm cruisin the streets (Cruisin the streets girl)
It's 1:12 on the dot, you're on the phone talkin' dirty to me
Talkin' dirty to me
I wanna know, do you really wanna go
Cause I'm sittin in front of your condo
Other niggas playin' around, believe me, I'm the one though
So baby take ya clothes off and bring ya body next to me
(Verse 1, MJG)
Now how long will it take a nigga like MJG
To get a girl back to the hotel
I'ma stop and get some rubbers and some Cigarillos
You can meet me, I'mma be in room 112
Cause I did enough talkin on the telephone
Right now I'm really tryin'a put my hands on it
So if you any kinda way
You can come through, I know you didn't really plan on it
Although I gotta come and pick you up, show you off
Ride to the hot-spot
But don't try'ta act special, when you ridin in my drop-top
Listen what I need you to do is, hold this bag while I break this blunt down
We gon' have to park in a minute
Cause the cops get hot right around by sun-down
I like it how you wear them jeans
Tight fittin motherfucka, right with the low-rise
M-J, G finna sprinkle in somethin super incredible
Bitch I'm so fly
I got my hand on the woodgrain
I'm in a Cadillac feelin like a "Space-Age Pimp", mayn
And even if you try hard as hell
You never do it like I did it
It's a motherfuckin pimp thang
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