Baby, you're my freak once in a week
We gettin' kind of deep in my '86 Jeep
I don't play no tricks you know the bomb ticks
The only style I play is my self-made hits

And it kicks like that, yo, it really does
Was it number one hell, yo, it really was
I got the swing, the king is back in the ring
Ladies throw their brass when I start to sing

Can I rock it, can I knock it
Can I lick it, can I kick it, can I top it
You make me hazy, you make me crazy
And baby, I don't know what I can do

We can start somethin' fantastic that you never knew
Forget you live in plastic when I keep my eyes on you
I can't cool down because it's gettin' too hot
So please, baby, please, baby, never let us stop

And it kicks like that, yo, it really does
Was it number one hell, yo, it really was
I got the swing the king is back in the ring
Ladies throw their bras's when I start to sing

Can I rock it, can I knock it
Can I lick it, can I kick it, can I top it
You make me hazy, you make me crazy
And baby, I don't know what I can do

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Achim Kleist, Christian Pletschacher, David Lubega, Wolfgang Von Webenau