[Chorus (Cassidy & Female Voice)]
   [Female Voice:] I'd like to make sweet love to you
   [Cassidy:] What you say you tryin' to do, huh?
   [C:] I'll make you scream like
   [F:] AHHH!
   [C:] And shout like
   [F:] AHHH!
   [C:] And sing
   [F:] Do di do do di do do do
   [C:] Now what you say?
   [F:] I'd like to make sweet love to you
  
   [Repeat]
  
   [Verse 1 (Cassidy)]
   Okay!
   I was told you ain't got it nice, 'til you got a wife
   But nope I'ma baller cuz, never gon fall in love
   Pshyche that's a damn lie
   Ladies put ya hands high every woman should get that one man to stand by
   It's called devotion, emotions could make a man cry
   But ma wipe ya tears and just stare in that man eyes
   Prove that you there for him, prove that you care for him
   That's how you gotta act, prove that you got his back
   Prove that you not a rat
   Don't creep and ho around, hold him down
   'Cause you know what comes around goes around
   And I'm older now and it might seem kinda weird
   But man all them damn AIDS commercials got me kinda scared
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Verse 2 (Snoop Dogg)]
   You ever laid on some pink mink sheets blowin' swishers
   Holdin' on some champagne while doin ya damn thang
   Caressin' on tha world main
   Adressin'' you is no pain
   Betty Wright is playing, no pain no gain
   I did it for the hell of it
   Hit it now you tell a bitch
   Now she want a little bit, I did it for the smell of it
   It's relevant and evident
   Yeah girl you heaven sent
   I love the way you break and take all the evidence
   Pimpin cause I'm stayin in your mothafucking residence
   While you out bringin me back the dead presidents
   (Pimpin', Pimpin', Pimpin')
   You can say that I got you
   I do it cause I have to, plus I feel like I got you
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Verse 3 (Cassidy)]
   Sis if you make love to me
   Kissin' and huggin' me
   Lickin' and rubbin' me, it'll get ugly
   The bed got a mink spread gettin all cuddley
   Pop bub' the hot tub gettin all bubbley
   You don't even gotta ask, all my girls got it bad
   Closet full of Prada bags and I ain't even gotta brag
   Yeah I keep them lookin real
   Go 'head you can push the wheel
   And if ya face tough I might wake up and cook a meal
   Whatever you ask for (It's yours)
   We can go to my bungalo over in Tahiti with the glass floors
   Fish swimmin 'round, the moonlight shimmer down
   I got the bomb stroke
   Girl get ya spine broke
  
   [Chorus Until Fade]