[Intro: Terrace Martin]

It’s your boy Terrace Martin

What’s happenin’ y’all?

Yeah, yeah…

Yo, y’all remember these kind of records?

That Prince-type, Stevie vibe?

Remember, like, in the morning it’s your first to play

Stevie for that feel good

And in the evening time

It would play Prince for the freaky shit

(hey Caris, talk to me)

[Hook:]

I just want to be with you

Is there something I can do

Just to make you see how honestly

You should be with me

Tonight, is alright

Morning flight

I just got to let you know

[tVerse 1: Kurupt]

The bottom of the bottom of the ocean cracking

Little momma all up on a nigga, what’s happening?

I just left Paris on a yacht, floating

Smoking on a bomb that’s oh-so-potent

This type of shit you probably can’t relate to

Sippin’ on Bahama mamas whole new mate-too?

Now that’s the car that I’m a take to the premiere

Of the new flick with me and Snoop

Problems in the Porsche, TMACK in the Terris

Aston Martin, film festival Paris

Got me a girl that made her ticket

On nothing but modelling and popping bottles

And all she wanna do is freak with me

She’s got that low-key freaky frequency

Baby, if you want it, I got it

I’m up on it , I spot it on a yacht

And I got a whole lot of *bombs*

[Verse 2: Kurupt]

Stop, back to basics

So many pretty ladies & so many new faces

Everybody’s looking ‘round, just running their races

After the same thing like smoking aces

Nothing but a party in this bitch tonight

In a place where bad couldn’t be more right

Right couldn’t be more wrong tonight

Tonight is the night for all intentions

And leave at the door all prohibitions

Tell your little boyfriend you didn’t mean to do it

Go for what you know, put your back into it

Stack up change, get that bread

Little mama won’t you give me some

Liittle mama won’t you show me that

So quick, so fast, soon as she walk past

I can tell she had ass in them pants

Instead of playing the game or playing the lane

Just play in your lane, that’s how you stay in the game

The game ain’t changed, it’s all the same

Just different faces on different names

Different stages and different aims

We both in-flight on different planes

I can’t help but keep looking at them big ol’ bitties

Enough games, show me your titties

[Verse 3: Kurupt]

Soon as you land we can roll out

And pour our heart and soul out

Until the party is poppin’ around 10

Get an early start, walk in

Everybody gossiping, talking

It’s me, Snoop, Daz

Everybody ‘round us getting that cash

Everybody ‘round us got their own stash

If you got weed, I got hash

[Hook:]

I just want to be with you

Is there something I can do

Just to make you see how honestly

You should be with me

Tonight, is alright

Morning flight

I just got to let you know

Baddah

Baddah

Baddah

Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh

Ooh ooh

I just got to let you know