Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Big Boi
Canto
Sleepy Brown
Canto
Joi
Canto
Organized Noize
Programación de percusión
Wallace Khatib
Bajo
Teedra Moses
Voces de fondo
Debra Killings
Voces de fondo
Dave Robbins
Teclados
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Wallace Khatib
Composición
Dave Robbins
Composición
Antwan Patton
Composición
Rico Wade
Composición
Raymon Murray
Composición
Joi Gilliam
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Organized Noize
Producción
Chris Carmouche
Ingeniería de grabación
Sean "Shy Boy" Davis
Ingeniería de grabación
Warren Bletcher
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Moka Carmouche
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Phil Tan
Ingeniería de mezcla
Josh Houghkirk
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
[Verse 1]
**** don't fuck with a **** like me
'Cause a **** like me don't fuck around
**** don't fuck with a **** like me
'Cause a **** like me don't fuck around
[Verse 2]
I know you see that
No one's competin'
Ooh, and that turns me on
Ooh, that turns me on
[Verse 3]
What turns me on about ya?
I doubt you have a clue
Sassy attitude and red bottom shoes
Got 'em mad at you
I do think you're fierce
And that you killin' them, of course
With the features of an angel
And the bottom of a horse
Thoroughbred
Thorough head makes you moist
Like the dark fudge brownie
With the nut of your choice
Soakin' wet are the feathers in the goose down
Who's loose now?
You done let the juice ooze down
[Verse 4]
Do smile
When you do it's on some, ooh child
Kiss you in the mouth
Juicy Fruit make you cool down
The naked truth, now ain't it true now?
Devine nectar, respect her
It ain't shit for me to prove, gal
You need some time, press the snooze down
I don't mind 'cause I'm hard as all the iron in the tool house
Or tool shed, go and play it how you play it
When the alarm sound off, round two is up ahead, yeah
[Verse 5]
I know you see that (It ain't goin' down without ya)
No one's competin' (For what girl, I already got ya)
Ooh, and that turns me on
Ooh, that turns me on
[Verse 6]
Who gives a damn about the past?
I live for the day, plan for the future
Pack a lunch and haul ass
Anyway, it ain't no time for no picnics
This that business, the slickness
That get ya chick hit quick
I make her drip all her liquids
Then get butt booty naked
When I spit on some pimp shit
Make her leg shake so she never loses interest
Callin' out my name when I'm askin', whose is this?
[Verse 7]
Nah, it's not a game, ass fallin' out the frame
With my Polaroid camera, I have to take two flicks
She can't avoid all this stamina, we do this
With no steroids or other artificial juices
Therefore, she knows the undisputed truth
When I slip into the boudoir or slide into this booth
I'm kickin' it with you, ma, like martial artists do
We can break boards and you can kick rocks or I'm through
[Verse 8]
I know you see that (It ain't goin' down without ya)
No one's competin' (For what girl, I already got ya)
Ooh, and that turns me on
Ooh, that turns me on
[Verse 9]
Sit yourself down on my big ol' bed
Turn ya body round here, let me give you some
Don't you wanna make a freaky memory with me?
So later on you can think about it then you'll be like
DAMN, it turns me on
[Verse 10]
I know you see that (It ain't goin' down without ya)
No one's competin' (For what girl, I already got ya)
Ooh, and that turns me on
Ooh, that turns me on
[Verse 11]
From the back
Now from the front
Written by: Antwan Patton, Dave Robbins, Joi Gilliam, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade, Wallace Khatib