Everybody's in the major leagues
  Ain't nobody wanna be straight up
  I see the hotties on the way to work
  They be waiting outside the club
  See Samantha got a glass of wine
  And in the corner she be laggin' behind
  To the ladies room to powder her lines
  She be feeling like dyn-o-mite
  
  Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed
  So come move that ass
  I know what you wanna do
  She's looking for a phat wad
  Lord of a god you look good
  Premonitions saved for later
  'Cause for now we're understood
  
  [Chorus:]
  A me oh my God ya look so fine
  I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
  A me oh my God ya look so fine
  I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
  A Virginia Slim, can I get in
  I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
  I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
  And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide
  
  Yes all the eyes that be staring at me
  Is it because I got my Rover outside
  See I just don't understand
  Is that you think you can play me fly
  No I don't think so girl
  I've been through it many times before
  I got a tight poket book
  And you know I ain't open it up for no ---
  
  Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed
  So come move that ass
  I know what you wanna do
  You're lookin' for a phat wad Lord of a god
  I don't have it for you
  So honey baby what you gonin' do
  
  [Chorus:]
  A me oh my God ya look so fine
  I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
  A me oh my God ya look so fine
  I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
  A Virginia Slim, can I get in
  I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
  I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
  And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide
  
  Look into my eyes
  Tell me what you see
  I'm not pretentious
  I invent this vibe you feel