Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rubbin', artist - Saukrates. Date of issue: 12.07.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rubbin' |
| INTRO |
| Uhh, yeah |
| Now look in the mirror |
| Tell me what you see |
| Bomb diggy dogg baby |
| We be rubbin’tonight (yo) |
| We be lovin’tonight (right) |
| Uhh, yeah |
| Ha ha |
| I remember seeing you in spaghetti straps |
| Nappack held up by you ass back |
| When I seen it, I was like DAMN! |
| Girl do you have man |
| Body look like it was wrapped in seran |
| Hear me Told me alone, I was kind of surprise |
| Really |
| Out late night, spending mad cash chillin' |
| See the walk you were walking, open my eyes |
| And the talk I was talking, parted your thighs |
| But they ain’t nothing wrong |
| 'Cause we both grown |
| Hitting in the morning until we strong grown |
| And we strong moan and waking up the block |
| And getting all confused, not showing from your boyfriend |
| Don’t dwell on these minor details |
| Let’s cruise with the wind blowing, speed the sails |
| We could rock on, and cruise home |
| Plus your tight skirt be flashing your thong |
| Shit’s on, oh girl |
| CHORUS |
| You fronting like I ain’t 'bout to knock it I got a rocket in my pocket |
| Two tickets to your ecstacy |
| And one for this chick standing next to me If she with it, I’mma hit it (I'mma hit it) |
| Baby you is wit it (is you wit it, wit it) |
| I’mma hit it (I'mma hit it) |
| I’mma hit it See I was peeping your style |
| You was sitting at the bar with your hand on a Marnier Grand (ha ha) |
| Now baby to all these people, notice who you are |
| So they ready try to score |
| Pulling out their bill folds, buy a red rose to give you |
| I chill on the humble in my jeans and steel toes |
| I see your eyes moving in stealth mode |
| But then you realize, oh shit it’s Choc on the side |
| See moving to my side, and when she walks she glides |
| Body looking strong like Cadillac designs |
| She moves close, her finger running up my elbow |
| And then invites me to her humble abode |
| Check it, uhh |
| Now before I get in it, first she walks around naked |
| Says she loves prospects and talks about her fetish |
| How she loves dark skinned men, hairy chested |
| She’s hefty breasted, movements fuel injected |
| She says she’s rough at first, but when I start to groan |
| I be closing every night and taking it straight to the dome |
| So we could rule the world or you could stay at home |
| But tonight she be ready to bone, it’s on Oh boy |
| See this is for my ladies in open toed shoes |
| And belly chains that make money and like their sex sweaty |
| Who like their sex messy and ready to go And not afraid to say they ready to bone (it's on) |
| And not afraid to peel of they thong |
| And not afraid to take it straight to the dome |
| And for my dogs that make laws and cruise off shore |
| With five in the pocket, or drop shitty causes |
| For when it comes to strokes, spring break miss capone (?) |
| Take no crumb cake to clear out the bars |
| Watch yourself girl when you’re playing it close |
| 'Cause you’ll get the strokes and then get ghost |
| It’s on |