Can I Watch? (feat. Apani B as Nikki)

Mmh... My cousin's friend's friend wanna meet me

Saw V on TV, said she need a sweetie

Heard he was the type to do her name in graffiti

And greet her with a kiss, straight gentlemanly stee, a G

Whatever's meant to be is meant to be

She can slip a smile that make a nigga flip wild

Herringbone Name Chain, diamond chips, crips style

With the matching bracelet, sweats with the K-Swiss

Athletic chick who run track, "Hey, miss

Pleasure's all mine, please call me Vik"

Okay, I did a full inspection

Head-to-toe, he rocked black denim (mmh)

Flashed the grin, sweet as sin

Said to him: "Hey, my name's Nikki

You're 20 minutes late and almost missed me"

Turned off my CD, I was bumpin' vintage Biggie (and bullshit, and party)

Said: "I love the way you smile, but your eyes look tricky

Yo, I gotta be home by 8:30 or my moms'll kill me

She spazzes out when I'm late

Plus she says that I'm too young to date

So overprotective, I wish she'd take a sedative and shit

Yeah, but that's whatever, what's your perspective?

Tell me more about you, Vik"

It's love at first sight, that's the proof

He wasn't out right too thirst, but in truth

Fresh as a May flower, face like power

He had the green light, she asked him: "What's the can tonight?"

Flavor of the night, Samsara and Fahrenheit

He talked, I listened

He listened, I spoke (true, true)

We walked arm-in-arm and split a Cherry Coke

Spit religion and politics, Sega and chess

Roots and culture, hip-hop, skunk and cess

I caught him sneekin' peeks at my breasts

While frontin', namedroppin' connects

First started out like she was just Vaughn's friend

Used to act grown for pretend, whisperin'

Speakin' on the phone, for hours on end

On the bone from just listenin', and then:

(Call me back, my mother home), spoke to tone, again

Call back and do the same thing tomorrow

If somethin' don't give, I'll be forced to ignore her

Gettin' on my last nerves, forget it

All this talking shiddit and V ain't even hit it yet

It's uncharacteristic of the vet

Hickies on my neck; the whole last night, I couldn't sleep

Practice the words I used to greet you the next time we meet

Think of you and feel heat, that make my cheeks blush

Close my eyes and feel your touch

Get chills when you slip me tongue, picture me with you

Could my fantasies of teen love come true?

Got me wonderin' how far I'll go

To prove my moms and everybody wrong

I miss you every time I hear a love song and whenever you're gone

Until I see you, then, I feel short of breath

I think maybe I'm ready, to take the next step... (Yes)

Bet, I got your cab fare, dinner and a movie

Bring a change of clothes just in case it's all groovy

Watch when I see you, I miss you a lot, yo

How about a nightcap, maybe a bottle of Mo'?

So, V can bite your titties like a baby toddler, ho

Oh, no, you didn't! You called me a what?

Don't make me wig out

How you gonna let some shit like that slip out your mouth?

(Nah, I was just...)

If I was there, I'd smack you in your smirk (ooh)

For actin' like a jerk, thought you was cool

But now I doubt the shit is gonna work

I'm not hurt, I'm pissed off, kiss off

Fuck this shit

I know I play too much

Hey, on the way, could you please pick up two Dutch?

Okay, peace, see you when you touch

I wonder if she ever had her cootie cat ate-ate

Vaughn can't wait to long-stroke it on the late-late

Wait, first, let's get this shit straight-straight (right now)

Don't call me out my name, I'm not the one to get played-played

Out... Niggas, go figure 'em out

They're all the same-same with a lame-lame story

Like my ex-man Mike

Got my best friend pregnant and he still tryin' to call me

Well, fuck Mike and fuck Vik, too

I wound up on Prozac from all the shit he put me through

Only been off my prescription three weeks

And you got me flippin', rippin' my hair out

Never thought you'd treat me like a pigeon, I'm out

It's over, I'm gone, so long

(I'd rather masturbate than fuck with Vik Vaughn)

I'd rather masturbate than fuck with Vik Vaughn

Let me watch

I'd rather masturbate than fuck with Vik Vaughn

Still... So... So-so, what time you gonna be here, yo?

A'ight?

You know I'm gonna be waitin', yo, just holla and ring the buzzer

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