I know I feel you, that's why we gotta stick togetherYep Yep Yep *laughs*I know it...Chorus:You make me sickI want you and I'm hatin itGot me lit like a candlestickGet too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feelin it,I getta a gripAnd it's drivin me crazy baby don't you quitCan't get enough of itYou got me goin againBaby, you got me goin againYou make me sickHe was doin 8-0 on the freewayIn the 6double0, bumpin IsleyHe was getting close, kinda touch-ayCuz he a little too much HennessyHe told me that he wanna go home,with me up on the hill to my condoTold me he would keep it all on the low-lowBut I told him, "boo, I don't really know though"He got closer to me...it started getting deepHe had me in the zone when he started to show me thingsI never saw beforeBaby was smooth but I knew it was gameHelluva cool but you men are the sameThe way he licked his lips and touched my hipsI knew that he was slickRepeat ChorusIn the 6 now, so hotGotta pull all the windows downEyes lead and I'm thinkin bout sheets nowWonderin should I really take it there nowHe told me he would make it worth itAgain how many times have I heard thisKinda funny, but iI wasn't even nervousWell his slick-ass lines were kinda workinI felt my knees get weak...his body was callin meJust couldn't take the heatAnyway it was 2 or 3, I had to get off the streetsBaby was cool but I knew it was gameSaid, he was too schooled to be screaming my nameEven though we made the best of itI still told him this...Repeat ChorusRepeat Chorus 2xCan't..no noOh, you make me sickI want you and I'm hatin it...hatin it...hatin it
