Can I Watch? (feat. Apani B as Nikki)

Mmh... My cousin's friend's friend wanna meet me
 Saw V on TV, said she need a sweetie
 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"
 Okay, I did a full inspection
 Head-to-toe, he rocked black denim (mmh)
 Flashed the grin, sweet as sin
 Said to him: "Hey, my name's Nikki
 You're 20 minutes late and almost missed me"
 Turned off my CD, I was bumpin' vintage Biggie (and bullshit, and party)
 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"
 It's love at first sight, that's the proof
 He wasn't out right too thirst, but in truth
 Fresh as a May flower, face like power
 He had the green light, she asked him: "What's the can tonight?"
 Flavor of the night, Samsara and Fahrenheit
 He talked, I listened
 He listened, I spoke (true, true)
 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', namedroppin' connects
 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 the 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 somethin' don't give, I'll be forced to ignore her
 Gettin' on my last nerves, forget it
 All this talking shiddit and V ain't even hit it yet
 It's uncharacteristic of the vet
 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)
 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 Mo'?
 So, V can bite your titties like a baby toddler, ho
 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
 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
 Wait, first, let's get this shit straight-straight (right now)
 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 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
 Still... So... So-so, what time you gonna be here, yo?
 A'ight?
 You know I'm gonna be waitin', yo, just holla and ring the buzzer
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