It's gon' get you in trouble, ooh, ooh It's gon' get you in trouble, ooh, ooh Face like ten, but shape like eight And I got to blow you out, she taste like cake Wait, look, it's your birthday But then you shouldn't have left home And the first place came were the friends That designate drive And I never met a woman that's too innocent to lie Don't know if you believe, but you the illest chick alive Get brain till I'm sick of it, I call it ill-advised And I love you for your mind, but I'm out there something different Before I take you any deeper, put a mattress on your feelings While I'm back here, just twist it, she feel it, she tease, she ain't ready to, just love, fuck It's gon' get you in trouble, ooh, ooh It's gon' get you in trouble, ooh, ooh It's gon' get you in trouble, ooh, ooh It's gon' get you in trouble, ooh, ooh I told you not to wear them pants That make that ass poke like that Real nigga fuck around, have a stroke like that I told you not to touch right there While I'm driving this car like that You can make a real nigga have a heart attack, don't do it, no Got my eyes on your legs and my mind on your head Know what you said, but girl, you gon' do it, though Gon' do it slow, gon' do it fast Either way, you know your ass in trouble But she like the tension Hang around a nigga, cause the pussy I'm lynchin' She know what I'm about, know I love her mouth Cause she don't run her mouth, that's trouble, ooh, ooh It's gon' get you in trouble, ooh, ooh It's gon' get you in trouble, ooh, ooh It'll get you in trouble, ooh, ooh Go up to my room You've been such a, such a bad girl Such a sexy, naughty girl You know what you're doing, baby Go up to my room You've been such a, such a bad girl Such a sexy, naughty girl Whoa! Listen! Uh-oh! Look like somebody need a time-out But just in time cause I need something to rhyme about Sit in that corner but keep poking that behind out I put a belt on that ass, you'll never get the lines out I'm too real, you can forget what they lying bout I drop my pants, you gon' think they let the lions out Somebody call this Padonkadonadon Blowoutsuckin' Sound like I'm eating ramen noodles Hot and heavy, I'm sweating profusely Keep my shades on, Medusa couldn't seduce me Hold up and let me turn the camera on And I'ma put a twist on it like M. Night Shyamalan It's the G.D. of the University of Boston I need all the bad bitches, report to my office And no bad bitches leave out this office Until we find out who's ass the softest Uh-oh! Yeah, that's what you're getting into Go and earn it out, blow it like events do Right back where they came See the earth don't budge Can I throw a boomerang? Stop, stop, pause My palms out like a hole in my jaws Word, short skirt, let that ass show Wild out, shout it, do it like a animal Ladies and gentlemen, ask Wayne Percy to give you what you need B-Major This gon' get you in trouble Ooh, ooh This gon' get you in trouble Ooh, ooh This gon' get you in trouble Ooh, ooh This gon' get you in trouble Ooh, ooh