Marl) 
 If you want it you can lick from the front 
 If you want it . . . 
 I like your stockings, stretch socks even your Reeboks 
 Thug you out, take you on tour, learn all the weed spots 
 We can sip wine, bump and grind on the slow-mo 
 But on the d-low I heard your man was a homo 
 We can combine just like two five and DoLo 
 Tell me where to put it like solo 
 Meet me at 702 I like your steelo 
 Now boo face it, you're bangin' to your ankle bracelet 
 I went against the grain when I said I'd never taste it 
 You work all day come home ready for foreplay 
 Your favourite dish, harmony grits and fish saute 
 You love a thug boo, highly impressed by my tattoo 
 Slim cut, walk with a strut keepin' it natural 
 Your physical frame is like a Jada Pinkett 
 I like to hear you moan, spank it grab your X and O anklet 
 Freak off 
 hook: "If you want it you can lick from the front 
 If you want it 
 If you want it you can lick from the front" 
 Sick and tired of your wannabe thug he got you heated 
 Knowin' that you need it but he's still afraid to eat it 
 Friday night you tell him that you out with the girls 
 But you're honin' in my world gettin' bent till you hurl 
 I got the fireplace, bearskin rug so kick your feet out 
 Hit me on a hit bay hundred I got the weed out 
 Hydro keep it on low now bust the weed out 
 Slide off the DKNY's so I can eat out 
 Jump inside a jet black 5 or watch you speed out 
 Adrenaline got you open like a stack of Benjamin's 
 Then back to the Ben agains to eatin' pasta with Dominicans 
 Eat it up 
 (hook) 
 Real niggas in the front, fake niggas in the middle 
 Live niggas in the back say just a little 
 Real niggas in the front, fake niggas in the middle 
 Live niggas in the back, shake just a little