Wet My Whistle Royce Da 5'9" (Ft. Sara Stokes)

[Chorus: Sara Stokes]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, adjust ya radio
Boy you got me tripping, boy you got me tripping
Baby wet my whistle, boy you got me tripping
You got me heated
So won't you wet my whistle, boy you drive me crazy
And I can't get enough

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9" & Sara Stokes & Kid Vishis]
(It's him) With the B-to the Double O-M
You can feel the breeze from the Rover, the Benz
You can hear it over and over again
As I get closer and closer, then
Rolling by the pose with the blow and the dro and the blend, with the soldier grin
Rolling by the sto' with the 4-0, sitting in my lap like Ice Cube way back when
But we too grown, so we roll by a ho in the two tone, Maybach Benz
(He ain't even from the hood) Sell it to the streets
Nigga yelling that to me, you selling that for cheap
You best stick to walking, unless you'd like to be offed'en
For less then the price of a coffin
Nigga where them dollars at', straighten up your face
I'm smelling you aroma, you hating up the place
Before I start K'ing up the place, this is what you fearing

[Chorus: Sara Stokes & Royce da 5'9"]
Adjust your radio
Boy you got me tripping (This is what you hearing, boom)
Boy you got me tripping (This is what you hearing, boom)
Baby wet my whistle
Boy you got me tripping (This is for the trunks with them thangs in 'em, boom)
You got me heated (This is for the trunks with them thangs)
So won't you wet my whistle
Boy you drive me crazy (This is for the trunks with them thangs in 'em, boom)
And I can't get enough