Wet My Whistle Lyrics - Independent's Day - Royce Da 5'9

[Sara Stokes] 

Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Adjust ya radio 

Boy you got me tripping, boy you got me tripping 

Baby wet my whistle, boy you got me tripping 

You got me heated 

So won't you wet my whistle, boy you drive me crazy 

And I can't get enough 

[Verse 1] 

(It's him) With the B-to the Double O-M 

You can feel the breeze from the Rover, the Benz 

You can hear it over and over again 

As I get closer and closer, then 

Rolling by the pose with the blow and the dro and the 

blend, with the soldier grin 

Rolling by the sto' with the 4-0, 

sitting in my lap like Ice Cube way back when 

But we too grown, so we roll by a hoe in the two tone, Maybach Benz 

(He ain't even from the hood) sell it to the streets 

Nigga yelling that to me, you selling that for cheap 

You best stick to walking, unless you'd like to be offed'en 

For less then the price of a coffin 

Nigga where them dollars at' Straighten up your face 

I'm smelling you aroma, you hating up the place 

Before I start K'ing up the place, this is what you fearing 

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[Chorus: Sara Stokes + (Royce Da 5'9")] 

Adjust your radio 

Boy you got me tripping (This is what you hearing, Boom) 

Boy you got me tripping (This is what you hearing, Boom) 

Baby wet my whistle (Boom) 

Boy you got me tripping (This is for the trunks with 

them thangs in 'em, Boom) 

You got me heated (This is for the trunks with them thangs) 

So won't you wet my whistle' (Boom) 

Boy you drive me crazy (This is for the trunks with 

them thangs in 'em, Boom) 

And I can't get enough 

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[Verse 2] 

It's him, with the B-to the Double O-M 

You can feel the breeze from the Rover, the Benz 

You can hear it over and over again 

As I get closer and closer, then 

Sounding like a plane on the landing strip 

Wheels looking like fans on a whip 

Backseat of my Benz lets swing an episode 

Come on, cheat on ya man ma, he don't have to know 

I got a room like the Real World confessional 

Booth, I only allow true professional 

(Can we turn the camera off') 

Uh-uh, that's a no 

(Can I put my shoes on ya seat') 

Uh-uh, that's a no, I bring a light to ya hood with me 

Hop in this car and shine honey if you wanna be looking good with me 

You see that full clip by him, like he that hood rich nigga 

Riding in that BF Goodrich tire 

My status in the streets don't matter 

When the haters come thru like the static in the speakers 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

Boom, niggaz at the car wash looking (looking) scheming (scheming) 

Tires gleaming (gleaming) ya'll stay mad 

At the wood grain in the parque dash 

Stash in the deck, albums banging (banging) 

Off the fiberglass of the Vette (like Boom) 

While we hanging, doing our thang 

Me and one of my mayne, it's a summertime thang 

[Outro: Sara Stokes] 

Boom... haha...'I-C 

Boy you got me tripping 

Boy you got me heated 

And I can't get enough