Kick it Like That

[Jagged Edge] Baby, you you.. [Hook: Jagged Edge] If it's so good, why you kick it like that You be callin me when your man's in the back When the shit blows up, you can go on me Cause he don't know nothin 'bout a rider like me If it's so good, why you kick it like that You be callin me while your man's in the back When the shit blows up, you can go on me Cause he don't know nothin 'bout a rider like me Rider like me [Styles P] Listen ma, I'm far from a pimp But we can do the thang cause the car got tints My love's like a jungle, hop around like some chimps Or we can do the thang 'til the stick go limp Your man's a wimp like Frankie said I'm in the white tee gang and I'm a Yankee head This my sophomore solo album I'mma take a lot of shots and not for no photo album Come through in the Polo outfit Ryde or Die, two guns up, who I roll out with Keep talkin to me you gon' end up spouseless Keep hearin you're jackassin who you out with [Hook] [Styles P] Tell your man he can meet the pump I'm at the double-oh suites of Trump, for at least a month Got a whole lot of liquor and some reefer blunts I'm on the laid back tip, I don't need to front Tell your man he don't want no problems Better let him know that I'm hard like J.E. album I'm just tryin to fall back, get me some revenue But I'mma make you feel like you walked out of heaven too Ride like the down South Caddies, listen He might be yo' man, but I'm yo' daddy Call me from the back cause you want me badly Ask me to scoop you and I do that gladly [Hook] [Interlude: Jagged Edge] If it's so good, girl Why you kick it like that, girl Callin me from the back, and My niggas don't know how to act, and And if it's all hood, babe Why you lookin so sad, babe Always gettin mad at me My niggas don't know how to act, no-HOHHH~! [Styles P] You can say she's sorta like my Wednesday lover We in the Benz if he find out he probably plug us I don't wanna ride on him, just came home Matter of fact I'm tryin to hide on him, get in that dome She wanna call from the back, knowin I don't know how to act I don't got a problem blowin the mac But I'd rather play the bed with her legs in the vertical Knockin Jagged Edge, Porsche Turbo convertible We can leave New York, skip to the A-Town Five star suite, hit me off with the hay now I'm just tryin to stay low, ma you feel me? I don't need no jealous dudes tryin to peel me [Hook] [Outro: Jagged Edge] No, it's it's so good Hey yeah, yeah yeahhhh While your man is in the back Mmm-mmmmmm Yeah-heyyy, oooh...