Cassidy Make U Scream Lyrics

Make U Scream Lyrics

(feat. Snoop Dogg)



[Chorus (Cassidy & Female Voice)]

[Female Voice:] I'd like to make sweet love to you

[Cassidy:] What you say you tryin' to do, huh?

[C:] I'll make you scream like

[F:] AHHH!

[C:] And shout like

[F:] AHHH!

[C:] And sing

[F:] Do di do do di do do do

[C:] Now what you say?

[F:] I'd like to make sweet love to you



[Repeat]



[Verse 1 (Cassidy)]

Okay!

I was told you ain't got it nice, 'til you got a wife

But na I'ma baller cuz, never gon fall in love

Pshyche that's a damn lie

Ladies put ya hands high every man should try to get a woman to stand by

It's called devotion, emotions could make a man cry

But ma wipe ya tears and just stare in that man eyes

Prove that you there for him, prove that you care for him

That's how you gotta act, prove that you got his back

Prove that you not a rat

Don't creep and ho around, hold him down

'Cause you know what comes around goes around

And I'm older now and it might sound kinda weird

But man all them damn AIDS commercials got me kinda scared



[Chorus]



[Verse 2 (Snoop Dogg)]

You ever laid on some pink mink sheets blowin' swishers

Holdin' on some champagne while doin ya damn thang

Caressin' on tha world main

Adressin'' you is no pain

Betty Wright is playing, no pain no gain

I did it for the hell of it

Hit it now you tell a bitch

Now she want a little bit, I did it for the smell of it

It's relevant and evident

Yeah girl you heaven sent

I love the way you break and take all the evidence

Pimpin cause I'm stayin in your mothafucking residence

While you out bringin me back the dead presidents

(Pimpin', Pimpin', Pimpin')

You can say that I got you

I do it cause I have to, plus I feel like I got too



[Chorus]



[Verse 3 (Cassidy)]

Sis if you make love to me

Kissin' and huggin' me

Lickin' and rubbin' me, it'll get ugly

The bed got a mink spread gettin all cuddley

Pop bub' the hot tub gettin all bubbley

You don't even gotta ask, all my girls got it bad

Closet full of Prada bags and I ain't even gotta brag

Yeah I keep them lookin real

Go 'head you can push the wheel

And if ya face tough I might wake up and cook a meal

Whatever you ask for (It's yours)

We can go to my bungalo over in Tahiti with the glass floors

Fish swimmin 'round, the moonlight shimmer down

I got the bomb stroke

Girl get ya spine broke



[Chorus Until Fade]