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Rubbin’ Lyrics by Choclair

Ice Cold

1999

[Intro: Choclair]
Uh, yeah
Yo, look in the mirror
Tell me what you see
Bomb-diggy-dogg, baby, what?
Rubbin' tonight (Yo)
We be lovin' tonight (Right)
Uh, yeah (Haha)
Yes it does, girl, keep flossin' your thong, it's on

[Verse 1: Choclair]
I remember seeing you in spaghetti straps
Knapsack held up by your ass, back
When I seen it, I was like, "Damn
Girl, do you have man?"
Body look like it was wrapped in Saran, hear me?
Told me 'lone, I was kind of surprised, really
Out late night, spending mad cash chillin'
See the walk you were walking, opened my eyes
And the talk I was talking parted your thighs
But there ain't nothing wrong 'cause we both grown
Hitting in the morning 'til we strong groan 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 on
Plus your tight skirt be flashing your thong, shit's on, oh, girl

[Chorus: Saukrates]
You fronting like I ain't 'bout to knock it (Mm-mm, yeah)
I got a rocket in my pocket (Mm-mm, what?)
Two tickets to your ecstasy (Ecstasy)
And one for this chick standing next to me (Oh, oh)
If she with it (What? Shit), I'ma hit it (I'ma hit it, I'ma hit it)
Baby, you is with it? (Is you with it? You with it? Yeah)
I'ma hit it (I'ma hit it, hit it)
I'ma hit it

[Verse 2: Choclair]
See, I was peeping your style
You was sitting at the bar with your hand on a Marnier Grand
Now baby doll, these people notice who you are
So they 'ready try to swarm
Pulling out they billfolds, 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"
She 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
Then invites me to her humble abode, check it, uh
Now before I get it, first she walks around naked
Says she loves my specs and talks about her fetish
How she loves dark skinned men, hairy chested
She's hefty breasted, movement's fuel injected
She says she's rough at first, but when I start to groan
I be closing every night and take 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

[Chorus: Saukrates]
You fronting like I ain't 'bout to knock it (Mm-mm, yeah)
I got a rocket in my pocket (Mm-mm)
Two tickets to your ecstasy (Ecstasy)
And one for this chick standing next to me (Next to me)
If she with it (What? Yo), I'ma hit it (I'ma hit it, hit it)
Baby, you is with it? (Is you with it? I'm with it, is you with it?)
I'ma hit it (You know I'm with it, I'ma hit it, hit it, baby, shit)
I'ma hit it

[Verse 3: Choclair]
You see, this is for my ladies in open toed shoes
And belly chains that make money and like their sex sweaty
Like the sex messy and ready to go
And not afraid to say they ready to bone (It's on)
And not afraid to peel off her 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 drive shitty cars
For when it comes to strokes, bring Venus to Mars
And take 'nuff rum cake to clear out the bars
Watch yourself, girl, when you're playing it close
'Cause you'll get the strokes and then we're ghost, it's on

[Chorus: Saukrates]
You fronting like I ain't 'bout to knock it (Mm-mm, what?)
I got a rocket in my pocket (Mm-mm, uh)
Two tickets to your ecstasy (Get it on, ecstasy)
And one for this chick standing next to me (Next to me)
If she with it (With it), I'ma hit it (I'ma hit it)
Baby, you is with it? (You know I'm with it, is you with it? With it)
I'ma hit it (You know I'm with it, I'ma hit it, I'ma hit it)
I'ma hit it (Yo)
You fronting like I ain't 'bout to knock it (Mm-mm, yo)
I got a rocket in my pocket (Mm-mm, what?)
Two tickets to your ecstasy (Ecstasy)
And one for this chick standing next to me (Next to me)
If she with it (What? Shit), I'ma hit it (I'ma hit it)
Baby, you is with it? (You know I'm with it, is you with it? With it)
I'ma hit it (You know I'm with it, I'ma hit it, I'ma hit it)
I'ma hit it (I'ma hit it, what?)
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