Ciara - Goodies

[Becca 0]

Im loving this song man -----------------------------------------My goodies, my goodies, my goodiesNot my goodies[Petey Pablo]I got a sick reputation for handlin' broadsAll I need is me a few seconds or moreAnd in my rapTell valet to bring my 'LacAnd I ain't comin' backSo you can put the car right thereI'm the truthI ain't got nothin' to proveAnd you can ask anybodyCause they seen me do itBarracades, I run right through 'emI'm used to 'emThrow all the dirt you want, it's no useYou still won't have a pinup in a fabulous roomOn her back, pickin' out baskets of fruit(I love you, boo)Yeah, Freaky Petey loves you tooHa, haYou know how I do[Ciara]You may look at me and think that I'm just a young girlBut I'm not just a young girlBaby, this is what I'm lookin' forSexy, independent, down-to-spend-it type that's gettin' his doughI'm not bein' too dramatic That's just how I gotta have it[chorus]I bet you want the goodiesBet you thought about itGot you all hot and botheredMad cause I talk about itIf you're lookin' for the goodiesKeep on lookin', cause they stay in the jarOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeahJust because you drive a BenzI'm not goin' home with youYou won't get no nookie or the cookiesI'm no rookieAnd still I'm sexy, independentI ain't wit' it, so you already knowI'm not bein' too dramaticThat's the way I gotta have itYou think you're slickTryn'a hitBut I'm not dumbI'm not bein' too dramaticIt's just how I gotta have it[chorus][Petey Pablo]So damn hot, but so youngStill got milk on ya tongueSlow down lil' oneAnd you ain't got it allHey shortyYou think you bad, but you ain't badI'll show you what bad isBad is when you're capable of beatin' the baddestI been workin' at it since I came to this planetAnd I ain't quite there yet, but I'm gettin' better at itMatter of factLemme tell it to you one mo' 'gainAll I got to do is tell a girl who I am (Petey)Ain't ne'er chick in here that I can't haveBada boom bada bam da bamYou're insinuating that I'm hotBut these goodies boy, are notJust for any of the many men that's tryn'a get on topNo, you can't call me laterAnd I don't want your numberI'm not changin' storiesJust respect the play I'm callin'[chorus 2x]Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh