Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crush Tonight, artist - Fat Joe. Date of issue: 16.09.2002
Song language: English
Crush Tonight |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |