Put Me On - J. Stalin

And if I play my cards right

Tonight, would you put me on?

Put, put me on?

Put, put me on?

If I play my cards right

Tonight, would you put me on?

Put, put me on?

Let me take you home

I’m turnt up, I gets no sleep

I 'member last night we was four deep

It was me and my nigga with two freaks

Square bitches, two geeks

They didn’t smoke and they didn’t drink

They rock True Religion and love pink

Bitch, I’m fly and my shit don’t stink

These niggas wack and this club’s packed

We smoked up, they gettin' contact

She said it’s crackin' somewhere else

I’m like, «Where it’s at?

Bitch, where it’s at?»

And if I play my cards right

Tonight, would you put me on?

Put, put me on?

Put, put me on?

If I play my cards right

Tonight, would you put me on?

Put, put me on?

Let me take you home

I’m off one upper and a few downers

I’m a Cypress Village Oak-Towner

I slide through with my trunk poundin'

My candy wet and these bitches drownin'

Said you been lookin' for me and don’t want nobody else

Said lately you been lonely, in need of something fresh

Just answer when I call and meet me in the West

Meet me in the West, meet me in the West

And if I play my cards right

Tonight, would you put me on?

Put, put me on?

Put, put me on?

If I play my cards right

Tonight, would you put me on?

Put, put me on?

Let me take you home

Let me take you home, let me take you home

Let me take you home, let me take you home

Let me take you home, let me take you home

Let me take you home, let me take you home