You Make Me Ill

Men Baha

They make me ill I know I feel you


That's why we got to stick together


Yep, yep, yep laughs I know it!





You make sick I want you and I'm hatin' it


Got me lit like a candlestick Get too hot when you touch the tip


I'm feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this


Driving me crazy baby don't you quit Can't get enought of it


You got me going again Baby you got me going again You make sick





We was on our way home on the freeway


In the six double O bumpin' Isley


He was gettin' kind of close, kind of touchy


Guess he had a little too much Hennesy


He told me that he wanna go home With me up on the hill to my condo


Told me he would keep it all on the low-low


But I told him go I don't really know though





He got closer to me He started getting deep


He had me in a zone When he started to show me things


I never saw before Baby was smooth but I knew it was game


Helluva a cool but you man had the same The way he licked his lips


And touched my hips I knew that he was slick





You make sick I want you and I'm hatin' it


Got me lit like a candlestick Get too hot when you touch the tip


I'm feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this


Driving me crazy baby don't you quit Can't get enought of it


You got me going again Baby you got me going again You make sick





So hot in my six now So hot, had to roll all the windows down


Isley got me thinking 'bout them sheets now


Wondering should I really take it there now?


He told me you would make it worth it


But thinking how many times have I heard this


Got him feeling but I'm not even nervous


All his slick ass lines were kind of working





I felt my knees get weak But he was calling me


Just couldn't take the heat Anyway it was two or three


I had to get out the streets Baby was cool but I knew it was game


He was too smooth to be screaming my name


And even though we made the best of it I still told him this





You make ill I want you and I'm hatin' it


Got me lit like a candlestick Get to