| 歌曲 | Can I Hit It |
| 歌手 | Spice 1 |
| 专辑 | Immortalized |
| 作词 : Green, Thomas | |
| I peep your thighs when | |
| I look in the car | |
| Baby, you ain't got to be on my shoulder to be a star | |
| Ain't a trick honey, cuz tricks is for pimps and hoes | |
| Just want to get you in the bathroom and take off your clothes | |
| Throw that ass on the seat like ??? and me alone | |
| Havin' sweaty sex, feelin' breasts with lex on | |
| Do it in the brome with diamond links and chrome | |
| Just call me on the phone and let me know it's on | |
| So sexy when | |
| I seen ya, want to hit it right there | |
| Picture myself fuckin the pretty curls out your hair | |
| Me and you buckin naked, no panties, no one to wear | |
| Doin' thug dancin and ??? like | |
| Fred Astaire | |
| Wanna do it to ya till ya can't taste no more | |
| On the edge of the bed about to fall on the floor | |
| Shift to high speeds than | |
| I hit it real slow | |
| Spark up the indo, said baby give me some more | |
| Can I Hit | |
| It Tonight? | |
| CHORUS I got the ??? in the crysty and all you gotta do is come kiss me | |
| And if you diss me, honey that's all right | |
| My thug game is still tight | |
| Just trying to see if | |
| I can hit a little something tonight | |
| I see the pressure, you want to make a move but you won't | |
| I know what you thinking, i'm thinkin' something is wrong | |
| Now why you wanna go and do that love, huh? | |
| Turn off the lights and give me a back rub, huh | |
| Got my mind twisted up, | |
| I know what's crackin | |
| In the tub, bubble bath, kinky sex and laughin' | |
| Keep my heat on the seat of the toilet, you think it's funny | |
| Giggling when i'm slappin that ass, countin' more money | |
| You know I love you girl | |
| I could set a cup on your booty and it'll hold | |
| Mob style, livin' them thugged out dreams baby i'm a rider and i'm into some things but | |
| I ain't goin into detail honey, just call me on it my partners might call me on the phone in the morning won't wake you up before | |
| I go...go, oh no | |
| Up early whippin' birdies that don't chirp to get my cash flow | |
| Don't take it personal, it's all love | |
| Let's do it around the house all night and smoke bud | |
| Put some ice on your belly button, lickin' it off | |
| I'm tatted up, thugged out, your body warm and soft | |
| Can I Hit | |
| It Tonight? | |
| CHORUS I shove my thug love deep inside, watch you react | |
| Sexy as hell, diggin your nails deep in my back | |
| Can I Hit | |
| It? Let's play a little hide and go get it | |
| Smell your perfume through the rooms of the house, come wid it | |
| On the back of the sofa, got me bendin' ya over | |
| Rug burns on me knees | |
| Got my brim on your head with a cigar in your mouth | |
| Trying to act like me, trying to be thugged out | |
| Like coffee skin tone remind me of pancakes | |
| Dancin' on the kitchen table, got me watchin' and shakin' | |
| You was waitin' at the house with a t-shirt and your panties on | |
| We thuggin in a six, hold on it won't be long | |
| Break the bed, bangin' bodies like two | |
| Bloods and | |
| Crips Got your hand on my thigh while i'm grippin' your hips | |
| Call the po-pos cause it's a crime what | |
| I do to your body | |
| Lost in ecstacy, bombed out, doin' the naughty | |
| Can I Hit | |
| It? |
| zuò cí : Green, Thomas | |
| I peep your thighs when | |
| I look in the car | |
| Baby, you ain' t got to be on my shoulder to be a star | |
| Ain' t a trick honey, cuz tricks is for pimps and hoes | |
| Just want to get you in the bathroom and take off your clothes | |
| Throw that ass on the seat like ??? and me alone | |
| Havin' sweaty sex, feelin' breasts with lex on | |
| Do it in the brome with diamond links and chrome | |
| Just call me on the phone and let me know it' s on | |
| So sexy when | |
| I seen ya, want to hit it right there | |
| Picture myself fuckin the pretty curls out your hair | |
| Me and you buckin naked, no panties, no one to wear | |
| Doin' thug dancin and ??? like | |
| Fred Astaire | |
| Wanna do it to ya till ya can' t taste no more | |
| On the edge of the bed about to fall on the floor | |
| Shift to high speeds than | |
| I hit it real slow | |
| Spark up the indo, said baby give me some more | |
| Can I Hit | |
| It Tonight? | |
| CHORUS I got the ??? in the crysty and all you gotta do is come kiss me | |
| And if you diss me, honey that' s all right | |
| My thug game is still tight | |
| Just trying to see if | |
| I can hit a little something tonight | |
| I see the pressure, you want to make a move but you won' t | |
| I know what you thinking, i' m thinkin' something is wrong | |
| Now why you wanna go and do that love, huh? | |
| Turn off the lights and give me a back rub, huh | |
| Got my mind twisted up, | |
| I know what' s crackin | |
| In the tub, bubble bath, kinky sex and laughin' | |
| Keep my heat on the seat of the toilet, you think it' s funny | |
| Giggling when i' m slappin that ass, countin' more money | |
| You know I love you girl | |
| I could set a cup on your booty and it' ll hold | |
| Mob style, livin' them thugged out dreams baby i' m a rider and i' m into some things but | |
| I ain' t goin into detail honey, just call me on it my partners might call me on the phone in the morning won' t wake you up before | |
| I go... go, oh no | |
| Up early whippin' birdies that don' t chirp to get my cash flow | |
| Don' t take it personal, it' s all love | |
| Let' s do it around the house all night and smoke bud | |
| Put some ice on your belly button, lickin' it off | |
| I' m tatted up, thugged out, your body warm and soft | |
| Can I Hit | |
| It Tonight? | |
| CHORUS I shove my thug love deep inside, watch you react | |
| Sexy as hell, diggin your nails deep in my back | |
| Can I Hit | |
| It? Let' s play a little hide and go get it | |
| Smell your perfume through the rooms of the house, come wid it | |
| On the back of the sofa, got me bendin' ya over | |
| Rug burns on me knees | |
| Got my brim on your head with a cigar in your mouth | |
| Trying to act like me, trying to be thugged out | |
| Like coffee skin tone remind me of pancakes | |
| Dancin' on the kitchen table, got me watchin' and shakin' | |
| You was waitin' at the house with a tshirt and your panties on | |
| We thuggin in a six, hold on it won' t be long | |
| Break the bed, bangin' bodies like two | |
| Bloods and | |
| Crips Got your hand on my thigh while i' m grippin' your hips | |
| Call the popos cause it' s a crime what | |
| I do to your body | |
| Lost in ecstacy, bombed out, doin' the naughty | |
| Can I Hit | |
| It? |