I'm attracted to her with her attractive ass you get her them matching bags i get her to pack them bags get straight in that taxi cab cause later my
Helicopter pad for when I make them private escapes So when it?s time to get that money nigga I?m never late I?m still the prince of the O-town Make them
Chorus (Bobby Valentino) I wanna do you at yo Mama house, on the couch, Do you in the bathroom of the Airplane. Do you on a balcony, in the Taxi,
Boom Boom, Boom Boom, Boom I like that boom boom pow Them chicken jackin' my style They try copy my swagger I'm on that, on that, on that I hopped
Way down upon Sycamore Slough White man sings the blues Selling roses of paper mache And flecks of starlight dew Swiped a bunch and threw them your way
Catch a taxi to the fountainhead Blinking neon penny arcade A young Caruso on the fire escape Painted face ladies on parade A newsboy on the corner Singing
America, I say it blew my mind The Apollo Theater on a 125th street, the place was closed, it was pouring rain, I had a feeling I'd go there again, The taxi
estate Helicopter pad for when I make them private escapes So when it's time to get that money nigga I'm never late I'm still the prince of the O-town Make them
of girls to prove that I'm a man And be number one And liked by everyone Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me and I dig them
get worked over at your job Spit it out If a taxi almost runs you down Spit it out You got to take aim with your mouth and speak And give it to them
What did you think I was putting you out for? Because you was untrue Rolling her around in the car that I bought you Baby you dropped them keys Hurry up before your taxi
short, Old kinda toast More out of left s***, trailers all around the coast To places you get around by boat, I get a pound I smoke I put 'em down them
as a hoe is a quick nut My dick up and hick up bitch but don't stick up your nose 'Cause you don't look shit like En Vogue Hoes taxi around them gold
floor, Bet'cha I can make lil' mamma get low, You see round here, we got that game And anything else has gotta go, We're poppin' bottles, got them models
scope Asked all the locals where's the place to be They said ya gotta go to Chinatown and ask for cold tea We were real psyched so we hopped the taxi
me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates No bitch rides shotgun, what? Taxi? Stop and pick you
