Yeah, clock strike ten, Hundred twenty minutes til the party post an end, Lil' mama take it in the grip up on the pen Type her ass to make a n***a wanna run and tell her friend Pardon my French, ooh-wee, Asking around, who's she? I swear, gotta get her, According to the homies, ain't nobody ever met her, But some n****s call her Cindy and the others call her Ella, Do you think that she be looking for a lady or a fella? Judging by the twinkle in her eye, got me thinking she be down for whatever, I done been around but I never seen a beauty like hers, Lordy, them curves make a n***a get to stuttering and tripping on words Know a sleeping n***a, she been flocking to her like hers But she mucking, I don't think she in the mood I'm a realest b****, I'm gon' wait to make a move, ooh What's she doing at a party like this? Walk in here and had a aura like this? She ain't worried bout the ice on my wrist She want real shit, real shit And so I'm rolling this blunt over here and I overhear these two hating assholes in the corner, Scowling and calling Miss Cindy a foreigner, Ripping apart the blue gown that I don't have, And short-talking shit, doing something like this, ugh Why she here? By the invitation, think they made it quite clear, It's a celebration only for the graduation date, I say I ain't even hating, but she ain't in my year Girl, you ain't even lying, that b****, she motherfuckin' fine, she ain't know that, It's they motherfuckin' blind n***a, they doing the most, If these b****es wanna roast I got the motherfuckin' time, Shit, back to the mission I done let her get up out my vision, Clubs, and it's blunt hitting, Party bout to end and I ain't even got to sipping, Got to stay up in the cooler, I'm a fool or I'm tripping, So I hop up out my chair, swear I had a good listen, They starting to blow me in the minute that I'm dipping, Bout to make a drink around the corner, I'm whipping, And I swear you won't believe who was waiting in the kitchen, kitchen What's she doing at a party like this? Walk in here and had a aura like this? She ain't worried bout the ice on my wrist, She got real whip, She got real shit, real shit