That's what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, yeah, knamsayin'? Word up
When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw
I wanna make you moan until it's a dial tone
Nigga you like that?
Call me on the telephone
I promise I'll keep the telephone right in my face
Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo
Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo
I'm a nasty nigga, made to order
I'm bouncin' up and down with my shoulders back
I throw sugar in the water so the ice tastes sweet
What you want me right now
Whether, 2-1-2, or 7-1-8
I bet you I can make you cum first, throw the bets in
Hello, baby what you wearin' right now?
Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo
Is you wit me? Yeah, tell me how it taste
Oooh, I love me a nigga from killer Queens
Word, I'll call you right back
Tongue-kissin' deep while we spark a sess
I'ma rub up on your muscles, ride 'til I'm sweatin' it
Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo
Everything is crazy, L do it the best
Hot pants, my girl ain't around, let's get down
Ridin' rough baby, put my pipe to the test
If I was there what would you do? I'd lay you on your back
Talkin' on the phone like a good girl should
Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo
Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo
Kiss below the border with a warm glass of water
Hold on, I think somebody on the other line
Shower curtain on the bed, warm baby oil
And I taste mad sweet, we big freaks
I got your flicks lined up, stereo low
To my nig', baby I'ma reach my peak
However you want it baby, I'm raw to the bone
Interrupt this nut I'ma bust, you out your mind
Cherry flavored grease beneath my elbow
You gon' make me crash or somethin', word up
Lay back, imagine us chest to chest
Momma might hear me, but you just too ill
You see I'm runnin' up my bill
Ride or die daddy and I love it like that
On the telephone? Yeah, this is the ill zone
Blastin' off on the phone seven days a week
You the freak of my dreams, the reason that I keep on baggy jeans
Three, three, two, two, one ,one, telephone
Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo
Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo
G-string sittin' like a snake in a coil
Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo
To make sure your ex-man can't compete
Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo
Yeah, let's just move this out
And I hope the phone's tapped, let's pretend you on my lap
Call me on the telephone
Strawberry shortcake, good enough to eat
All you gotta do is hit me
Imaginary worlds we could both explore
Call me on the telephone
Or 9-1-4, I love it hardcore
Call me on the telephone
How it feel? Feels good, where you at? in the hood
