Let Me Watch

[Verse 1: Viktor Vaughn] Mm... My cousin's friend's friend wanna meet me Saw V on TV, said she needed a sweety Heard he was the type to do her name in graffiti And greet her with a kiss, straight gentlemanly stee, a G Whatever's meant to be is meant to be She can slip a smile that make a nigga flip wild Herringbone Name Chain, diamond chips, crips style With the matching bracelet, sweats with the K-Swiss Athletic chick who run track, "Hey, miss Pleasure's all mine, please call me Vik" [Verse 2: Apani B Fly as Nikki] Okay, I did a full inspection Head to toe, he rocked black denim Flashed the grin, sweet as sin Said to him: "Hey, my name's Nikki You're twenty minutes late and almost missed me" Turned off my CD, I was bumpin' vintage Biggie Said: "I love the way you smile, but your eyes look tricky" Yo, I gotta be home by 8:30 or my moms'll kill me She spazzes out when I'm late, plus she says that I'm too young to date So overprotective, I wish she'd take a sedative and shit Yeah, but that's whatever, what's your perspective? Tell me more about you, Vik [Verse 3: Viktor Vaughn] It's love at first sight, that's the proof He wasn't out right too thirst, but in truth Fresh as a mayflower, face like power He had the green light, she asked him: "What's the plan tonight?" Flavor of the night, Samsara and Fahrenheit [Verse 4: Apani B Fly as Nikki] He talked, I listened, he listened, I spoke We walked arm-in-arm and split a Cherry Coke Spit religion and politics, Sega and chess Roots and culture, hip-hop, skunk and cess I caught him sneekin' peeks at my breasts While frontin', name droppin' connects [Verse 5: Viktor Vaughn] First started out like she was just Vaughn's friend Used to act grown for pretend, whisperin' Speakin' on the phone, for hours on end On a bone from just listenin', and then: "Call me back, my mother home," spoke to tone, again Call back and do the same thing tomorrow If something don't give, I'll be forced to ignore her Gettin' on my last nerves, forget it All this talk and shit it and V ain't even hit it yet It's uncharacteristic of the vet [Verse 6: Apani B Fly as Nikki ] Hickies on my neck, the whole last night, I couldn't sleep Practice the words I used to greet you, the next time we meet Think of you and feel heat, that make my cheeks blush Close my eyes and feel your touch, get chills when you slip me tongue Picture me with you, could my fantasies of teen love come true? Got me wonderin', how far I'll go to prove my moms and everybody wrong I miss you every time I hear a love song and whenever you're gone Until I see you then I feel short of breath I think maybe I'm ready, to take the next step... (Yes) [Verse 7: Viktor Vaughn] Bet, I got your cab fare, dinner and a movie Bring a change of clothes just in case it's all groovy Watch when I see you, I miss you a lot, yo How about a nightcap, maybe a bottle of Moet? So V can bite your titties like a baby toddler, ho [Verse 8: Apani B Fly as Nikki] Oh no, you didn't! You called me a what? Don't make me wig out How you gonna let some shit like that slip out your mouth? (Nah, I was just) If I was there, I'd smack you in your smirk (Ooh), for actin' like a jerk Thought you was cool, but now I doubt the shit is gonna work I'm not hurt, I'm pissed off, kiss off, fuck this shit [Verse 9: Viktor Vaughn] I know I play too much Hey, on the way, could you please pick up two Dutch? Okay, peace, see you when you touch I wonder if she ever had her cootie cat ate-ate Vaughn can't wait to long-stroke it on the late-late [Verse 10: Apani B Fly as Nikki] Wait, first, let's get this shit straight-straight Don't call me out my name, I'm not the one to get played-played Out... Niggas, go figure 'em out, they're all the same-same With a lame-lame story, like my ex-man Mike Got my best friend pregnant and he's still tryin' to call me Well, fuck Mike and fuck Vik too I wound up on Prozac from all the shit he put me through Only been off my prescription three weeks And you got me flippin', rippin' my hair out Never thought you'd treat me like a pigeon, I'm out It's over, I'm gone, so long I'd rather masturbate than fuck with Vik Vaughn I'd rather masturbate than fuck with Vik Vaughn (Let me watch) I'd rather masturbate than fuck with Vik Vaughn [Viktor] (Still... so.. so-so what time you gonna be here, yo?) (Aight? You know I'm gonna be waitin', yo, just holla and ring the buzzer) Three