Touch Me, Tease Me Lyrics - Lil' Kim

[Intro: Sauce Money] 

Man 

They just don't understand 

How hard it is for a young black male 

Still wanna beef 

We don't wanna compromise 

All we wanna do is take take take 

Ya better get some 

[Verse 1: Sauce Money] 

I'm in the streets with my thug love 

You know the block is hot 

Plus them niggas tryna set up shop 

Gettin' money in these streets is all I got 

Even if it takes me gettin' shot 

Besides what you riffin' for? 

Five Gs what I hit you for 

Can't believe you still want more 

I'm a thug boo you know thugs don't trick 

Just 'cause I love you, you wanna drive the six 

Well that's too much shine, unnecessary flair 

No more arguing, take some dough for ya hair 

Just beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be right there 

To pick you up, don't ruin that 

I don't really be doin' that 

What you mean that's not good enough? 

I'm spendin' too much of time in the hood and stuff? 

In the drop chrome shinnin' flauntin' my crew 

I'm tryna get paid ma, what you want me to do? 

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[Chorus: Lil' Kim] 

You gotta please me 

Touch and tease me 

Love me, hug me 

Rub me, squeeze me 

Kiss me, and never deceive me 

Show me, you gotta believe me 

Or leave me 

Please me 

Touch and tease me 

Love me, hug me 

Rub me, squeeze me 

Kiss me, and never deceive me 

Show me, you gotta believe me 

Or leave me 

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[Verse 2: Sauce Money] 

You got some nerve grillin' me wit a frown a lot 

Attitude real stank, I ain't around a lot 

Can't understand why I'm outta town a lot 

I rap for big paper now, this ain't around the block 

Now you treat me like I'm cheatin', creepin' or sumin 

Sneakin' or sumin, late night keepin' 'em humpin' 

Why you look at Sauce funny? (What you don't trust a nigga?) 

I work hard, look at your diamonds.... them shits cost money 

Forget about your homies, they jealous of you 

I ain't really tryna hear what they tell us to do 

Besides half of them ain't even got no man 

That's why I'm goin' all out, puttin' rocks on your hand 

But you don't really care, you're spoiled and shit 

Talk slick like you drink baby oil and shit 

She got a 500 wit chrome, spoiler kit 

And you still not happy, man what's wrong wit chicks 

(Chorus) 

[Verse 3: Sauce Money] 

Enjoy your cut necklace, finer things 

Versace, Armani, diamond rings 

Anything you can imagine, if you mine let it 

No more school loans, your own line or credit 

Walk in closets, full link minks in 'em 

His and her rollies, extra links wit 'em 

Bottles of Dom, tennis braids for your arm 

Four-five workers for your beauty salon 

But you don't wanna hear that, you still not happy 

Shit, so what the industry's bustin' at me 

Car chases through Brooklyn, cop's on my tail 

Feds hit the spot, found it chopped on the scale 

Undercovers Ds hit the block for a sale 

For you or nobody else, I'm not goin' to jail 

Imagine, all of this inside of a day 

Just for your ungrateful ass, whatchu got to say? 

(Chorus)