Make You Scream Lyrics by Cassidy

Make You Scream Lyrics

    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 nope I'ma baller cuz, never gon fall in love
    Pshyche that's a damn lie
    Ladies put ya hands high every woman should get that one man 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 seem 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 you

    [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]



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