She Knows What She Wants

She knowz what she wantz

She knowz what she wantz

Yo, she knowz what she wantz

She knowz what she wantz and just how to get it

She knowz what she wantz

Yeah, she knowz what she wantz

She knowz what she wantz

She knowz what she wantz and just how to get it

She knowz what she wantz, she's bold so she flaunts

Her hourglass jewels to mad clientele

Rejected, oh well, she ain't going to no hotel

Not the frantic freak type, but if you speak right

You get to take her out and dig her out on a weeknight

Weekends, she wants to spend your ends

Her shopping spree is colossal, attitude semi-hostile

Mac diva señorita, no reefer, no pizza

Just shrimp and lobster, champagne and mobsters

Sucking up the cream like a vac' to a carpet

Strictly black market, now you're her next target, watch out

'Cause, yo, she knowz what she wantz

She knowz what she wantz

She knowz what she wantz

Yo, she knowz what she wantz

She knowz what she wantz and just how to get it

Spotted her in the club with her crew nearby

Her looks are a lullaby to passersby, she's too fly

Never gun-shy, hair is blown dry

She craves a wise guy to help her game amplify

So when you say, "Yo, baby", she ain't gotta say hi to ya

'Cause prior to this, he put rocks on her neck and wrists

Plus a fat joint on her finger

You best to have a batch of scratch and treats to bring her

And if you happen to luck up and get in

You'll find yourself another jealous trick-ass boyfriend

And furthermore, the mink she's donning is stunning

Blinding your senses, done, never put the two before the one, son

It's the lesson well learned, it's going down

It's the lesson, It's the lesson well learned, it's going down

She knowz what she wantz

She knowz what she wantz

Yo, she knowz what she wantz

Yeah, she knowz what she wantz and just how to get it

Never fall victim to a chicken you would stick in

Even if you think the punani might be finger-licking

Never fall for a wicked woman's ways

(Why, son?) She's trying to get paid

Check it, one, she said she wanted to give me a son

Two, she said she didn't like my crew

Three, she never, ever cooked for me

Four, she was my cherie amor

Yeah right, it was all hype, I needed more insight

In retrospect, I know I slept from the first night

She did a split and that was it

Gave up my pimp license and flipped my whole frigging script

But now I'm back like the Isleys, moving wisely

Sizing up the situation, keeping honeys waiting

'Cause I got more to do than to be sucked dry

This tough guy will get by while the chickens wonder why

I don't be calling 'cause it's like ex to next, kid

I know what I want and just how to get it, like her, no disrespect, miss