Lloyd Banks - I Smell p**y lyrics

[Intro] Son, you smell that? What's that? I smell p**y. Is that you Irv? I smell p**y. Is that you Ja? I smell p**y - Is that you Black? I smell p**y. Is that you Tah? Y'all n***as is p**y I'm balling out n***a now watch me (watch me) Ain't nothing you can do to stop me Y'all n***as get so emotional You remind me of my b**h... [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] It's not of my nature to make a commitment, so let me breathe What she doesn't understand - catch attitudes when I leave her My other relations just make it harder for me to accept her as my own She tries to tie up my phone and I'm not at home; she's thinking I'm not alone Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin' to tie her up but see It's hard to f** with somebody after she touches me Mami, I'm not your regular n***a; I know the game But I don't play by the rules; I'm focusing on my moves That way I will never lose See, I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Bentleys with 22s You say I confuse you play little tricks with your head Catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed, hun I'm not here to tease you, mislead you, or sell you dreams I can't say I love you I don't know what that means I'm a pimp [Hook x2: 50 Cent] Baby you know I like when you climb on top Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] When I first met her, I did anything to get her Paid all her bills and filled her refrigerator Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up But couldn't get off, cause your baby would stay up She even crashed the whip, tryin' to switch in the third lane That's when I realized, this b**h was a bird brain A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison Sing-Sing is where he been in She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil Motorbikes and grams of fishscale So 9-to-5 n***as was no frills Turning young n***as with principles to old men with debts And all the prank calls was d**h threats That b**h got the best s** - all across the globe And the b**h head game was out of control [Hook x2] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me Or do you miss that Don Perignon and that Christy I'm f**in with you I'm feeling your shape; I'm feeling your eyes Later on, I'm feeling your a** and feeling your thighs Sweetheart, you book smart and street smart I knew you was my type from the very, very start I'm in to tongue kissing; foreplay all day Momma ain't home, so the noise is okay ODB - you know we like it the raw way Latex; safe s**; no hickeys on the neck Now you're learning The lords blesses make me wiser as the world's turning My tongue touch the right spot; I'll have your toes curling Whether we just kicking it or we s**ing I'm a pro, baby girl; I spit game to perfection So when n***as make mistakes, I correct 'em and When n***as get out of line, I check them man [Hook x2]