Wet My Whistle

Uh, 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 wont you wet my whistle, boy you drive me crazy
And I cant get enough[Verse 1](Its him)
With the B-to the
Double O-M
You can feel the breeze from the
Rover, the
BenzYou 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 hoe in the two tone,
Maybach Benz(He aint 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 youd like to be offeden
For less then the price of a coffin
Nigga where them dollars at
Straighten up your face
Im smelling you aroma, you hating up the place
Before I start
King up the place, this is what you fearing[Chorus: Sara Stokes + (Royce Da 59')]
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 (Boom)
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 wont you wet my whistle (Boom)
Boy you drive me crazy (This is for the trunks with them thangs in 'em, Boom)
And I cant get enough[Verse 2]
Its him, with the
B-to the Double
O-MYou can feel the breeze from the
Rover, the
BenzYou can hear it over and over again
As I get closer and closer, then
Sounding like a plane on the landing strip
Wheels looking like fans on a whip
Backseat of my
Benz lets swing an episode
Come on, cheat on ya man ma, he dont have to know
I got a room like the
Real World confessional
Booth, I only allow true professional(Can we turn the camera off)
Uh-uh, thats a no(Can I put my shoes on ya seat)
Uh-uh, thats a no,
I bring a light to ya hood with me
Hop in this car and shine honey if you wanna be looking good with me
You see that full clip by him, like he that hood rich nigga
Riding in that
BF Goodrich tire
My status in the streets dont matter
When the haters come thru like the static in the speakers[Chorus][Verse 3]
Boom, niggaz at the car wash looking (looking) scheming (scheming)
Tires gleaming (gleaming) yall stay mad
At the wood grain in the parque dash
Stash in the deck, albums banging (banging)
Off the fiberglass of the
Vette (like Boom)
While we hanging, doing our thang
Me and one of my mayne, its a summertime thang[Outro: Sara Stokes]
Boom...haha...
I-CBoy you got me tripping
Boy you got me heated
And I cant get enough