From the moment you flashed your teeth, I knew that we had to meet Your face was the Mona Lisa, your ass was a masterpiece Asked ya if you was married, and that's when you answered no I asked if you had a nigga, and that's when you said fa sho So I didn't care, as you walked away I was stare At your bottom in apple bottoms, your waist was shaped like a pare Really round at the bottom, a little thin up there So instead of letting ya leave, I pursued ya just like the playa That I am and damn, couldn't help but to help myself To a helping because I smelled some perfume, that can make me melt And you shoulda seen my demeanor, I had to control myself Approaching you from the rear, as I tapped you right on your belt And you tried to look surprised, like you didn't know I was behind ya But I could tell by your smile, you was waiting on me to find ya Mess with my thought a bit, and tried to play hard to get You don't wanna look like you're freaky, pretend like it's hard to hit. Chamillionaire - Grown 'n' Sexy