Touch & Go Lyrics - Halfway House - Joe Budden

[Joe Budden] 

Joey, uhh... 

Uh, one question 

Now who rep Jersey like me? 

Baby few dudes ain't worthy like me 

You know I keep somethin pretty by me 

Good pair of frames, Polo white tee 

Y'all see somethin with a body have her my queen 

Extra small waist, top lookin like D's 

Y'all don't cuff 'em or make 'em wifey 

Cause you ain't Coco and I ain't Ice T 

So it's unlikely, I trick on her tryin to ball 

Tattoo on her back said China Doll 

Joey! Talk to 'em like Imus y'all 

And give head to a brother, need a Tylenol 

And let's keep what we do on the low 

No entourage, just a one-man show 

Let's break out from the club around 4 

But it's just one thing that a nigga must know 

Can we 

[Chorus] 

Touch, go, touch and go 

Touch, go, touch and go 

Touch and go, touch, go 

Touch, go, touch and go - HERE WE GO! 

(She said she had a man but so) 

(There's just one thing that I really must know - can we) 

Touch and go, touch, go 

Touch, go (can we) touch and go - HERE WE GO! 

[Joe Budden] 

I mean I've been seen the broad, you just met her 

I'm in the 'tel with her, you just text her 

You just chase her, you just sweat her 

She played you out, you just let her 

You just peck her, you protect her 

I don't even understand them gestures 

I undress her, throw her on the dresser (and) 

Normally the room like like Esther 

But if she act up, gotta check her 

R.L. +Next+ her, that's just my regular 

Et cetera, my service like Federer 

The Rodger cat, now do you roger that? 

Let's keep what we do on the low 

No entourage, just a one-man show 

Let's break out from the club around 4 

But it's just one thing that a nigga must know 

Can we 

[Chorus] 

[Joe Budden] 

How you doin tonight? 

Matter fact, what you doin tonight? 

If the answer's nothin 

I'm hopin us two could get into somethin 

So let me know what you doin tonight 

Or, maybe I'm what you doin tonight 

Call me up naked when she home alone 

And make the tone long, now that's the phone bone 

Look - I ain't gotta compliment you 

Uhh, me bein me compliments you 

So on the balcony or in the tub 

On the plane join the Mile High Club 

From the club to the bathroom stall 

Whenever we'll hook up she ain't wearin no drawers 

Ooh baby I likes it raw 

But keep that behind closed doors, my door 

[Chorus - 2X]