Whoa-oh (yeah)
Whoa-oh
Ayy man
Some kids gon' be runnin' around somebody house to this one (whoa-oh)
(Yeah)
They gon' make babies to this (oh-oh yeah yeah)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah yeah)
I mean, it feels good
(Oh-oh yeah yeah)
Oh yeah, the song too (yeah)
It feels good too (yeah)

I told her I'll be there in a minute (oh)
She knew I'ma take it down soon as I get it (oh)
You can leave your hair in a mess (yeah), don't even get dressed (yeah)
Tonight we makin' love (put it in a ponytail, whatever)
I told her let's stay home, she was with it (that Vicky Secret set you got)
She know I'ma take it down soon as I get it (we can do that another time)
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed (you don't need none of that tonight, baby)
Tonight we makin' love makin' love (none of that at all)
(Ayy baby, you remember this?)
Makin' love

June twenty second, think I came in twenty second
I was watching honey peck it while she lay on tummy naked
To the pace of the base and this Cash Money record
She just drop, drop, drop, damn you Manny Fresh
But I got my thing together, told her she could bring whatever
Get some green, we could puff, get the cream, get the cuffs
Baby, even when I'm gentle, it might seem like it's rough
But if neighbors ain't complaining, you ain't screaming enough
And yeah, they might hear as I'm slappin' to the jewel
She said, "Baby right there, do it rapid, do it smooth"
I said, "Baby right where?"
Kept tappin' to the groove
She said, "Nigga, right there, I'ma slap you if you move"

I told her I'll be there in a minute (oh)
She knew I'ma take it down soon as I get it (oh)
You can leave your hair in a mess (yeah), don't even get dressed (yeah)
Tonight we makin' love (oh-oh)
I told her let's stay home, she was with it (oh)
She know I'ma take it down soon as I get it (oh)
You can leave your hair in a mess (yeah), don't even get dressed (yeah)
Tonight we makin' love, girl, we makin' love

No, you can't forget the feeling when you staring at the ceiling
And you can't catch your breath, you just laying there chilling
Like one and then the two (two)
Two and then the three (three)
Three and then the four (four)
Damn, I want some more (more)
So I slam her to the floor, set the camera to record
Throw them legs up in the air, just like Lamborghini doors
See, we might have had some problems with the stamina before
I'm no amateur, I'm sure, I could ram until you're sore (yes)
But I ain't tryna hurt ya (nah)
I'm jus' tryna nurture (yes)
Them niggas just flirt to hit it and to hurt ya
What I'm throwin' dirt for? I'm tryna alert ya
But fuck that, lay it down, let a nigga work ya

I told her I'll be there in a minute (oh)
She knew I'ma take it down soon as I get it (oh)
You can leave your hair in a mess (yeah), don't even get dressed (yeah)
Tonight we makin' love (oh-oh)
I told her let's stay home, she was with it (oh)
She know I'ma take it down soon as I get it (oh)
You can leave your hair in a mess (yeah), don't even get dressed (yeah, oh-whoa-oh)
Tonight we makin' love, girl, we makin' love

Uh huh, 'til you tell me that you had enough
Uh huh, I'ma slow it down and I'ma speed it up (yeah)
And I will not stop
Do it to you like a dude that ain't got no job
I ain't got nowhere to be, so I don't gotta leave
Get the itis in the sheets, I'ma eat and go to sleep
Then we wake up and repeat, everything you do to me
I' a turn and do to you
And then I'm a black and blue that thing (dance for me)
I love the way you move that thing (so nasty)
I look and I say, "Ooh, that thing
Make me wanna sing a song" (anybody ever seen a-)
Make 'em wanna sing along

So listen baby, I'll be there in a minute
She knew I'ma take it down soon as I get it (oh)
You can leave your hair in a mess (yeah), don't even get dressed (yeah)
Tonight we makin' love (oh-oh)
I told her let's stay home, she was with it (oh)
She know I'ma take it down soon as I get it (oh)
You can leave your hair in a mess (yeah), don't even get dressed (yeah)
Tonight we makin' love, girl, we makin' love

Yeah, so I called baby girl up like
"Ayy man, I'm finna come through there"
She like, "For what?
You ain't gon' get none"
I said, "I'm not comin' to get none
I'm comin' to get some"
She said, "You ain't gon' get some unless you make love to me"
I said, "Make love?
What the fuck is that"
Hahahaha

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Writer(s): Clarence Satchell, James L. Williams, Leroy Bonner, Marshall Jones, Marvin Pierce, Ralph Middlebrooks, Willie Beck