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    "On Me" Lyrics

    Dru Hill feat. N.O.R.E.

    "On Me"
    (feat. N.O.R.E.)

    Yo, I can't even make a ghetto joint without even thinkin about a chick

    This is hot right here
    ILL combination, Dru Hill, N.O.R.E, Thugged out Millitainment
    we gonna get it poppin


    Dru Hill, I dont think they ready
    You won't have a cluelalalalala

    [Verse 1. (Jazz)]
    Shorty you can't deny, Sisqo, Woody,Scola, and Nokio
    Makes you wanna do freaky sh-t you neva eva did before
    Put your hands up and move your body
    Touch your P--sy for me, yea
    Mix it up, put it down, im spendin shorty

    Put it on me (And you know just what to do)
    Put it on me (and you know I'm gon get physical to this)
    To this hot beat that makes your heart beat,
    Makes you wanna, (give it up now)
    give it up, give it up, give it up right now

    Here come niggas down the street

    [Verse 2: (Sisqo)]
    Ooh thats that racket, that's that racket, turn the volume up
    Yo it remind of that beat, that beat, that bump, that bump, that bump, that bump
    It's that hot beat, that makes the hotties wanna put it on me
    So give it up, give it up, give it up right now

    Put it on me (you gotta get this from the hood)
    Put it on me (I'll make you love me while I'll freak you to this)
    To this hot beat that makes your heart beat
    Makes you wanna give it up, give it up, give it up right now

    Yo, I make it hapalappen
    Play it off in the cadalacin

    Shorty checkin my phone that aint crackin
    Chick be easy, give a lil heasy
    Once i cum easy, get out the 9 measy
    She asked Papi, shhhhh negative choppin
    Straight grimmy
    Hard dick and no shoppin
    In the club get ya drunk Like (datadahhhh)
    And mami took it propa like (datadahhhh)
    gotta new deal, cat. truck wita new grill
    Its a reunion nigga, wit Dru Hill
    and i still get my drink on, loud and buzzin
    Def Jams own, Pootey Tang's first cousin
    (and no) muthaf--kas won't stop my game
    (and no) i get probs like a boxin name yea
    You sing everytime a nigga appear
    Two chicks on my arm plus a blunt in my ear, it go....

    -It got you open, hopin, stroke this, dopest, dopest, dopest
    Rollin, these beatz be helpin, hopin, open, stroke this, focus
    Just can't deny, Sisqo, Woody, and Scola, Nokio and Jazz.......

    I dont mind, move your body

    [Chorus 2x]
    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Victor Santiago, Mark A. Andrews, Tamir Ruffin, Rufus Waller.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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