All the time I turn around brothas gather 'round Always looking at me up and down looking at my (uh) I just wanna say it now I ain't tryin' to round up drama, little mama I don't wanna take your man And I know I'm comin' off just a little bit conceited And I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat it But I'm tryin' to tell that I can't be treated like clientele 'Cause they say she delicious (so delicious) But I ain't promiscuous And if you was suspicious All that shit is fictitious I blow kisses (mwah) That puts them boys on rock, rock And they be lining down the block Just to watch what I got (got, got, got, got) Four, tres, two, uno