They make me sick...
I know I feel you....
That's why we gotta stick together...
Yep, yep, yep...
I know it...
**You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip
I'm feelin' it
I've gotta get a grip
And it's drivin' me crazy
Baby don't you quit
Can't get enough of it
You got me goin' again
Baby, you got me goin' again
You make me sick**
He was doing 8-0 on the freeway
In the 6 double O, pumpin' Isley
He was getting kinda close, kinda touchy
'Cause he had a little too much Hennessey
He told me that he wanna go home
With me up on the hill to my condo
Told me he would keep it all on the low-low
But I told him, boo, I don't really know though
He got closer to me
It started gettin' deep
He had me in a zone
When he started to show me things
I never saw before
Baby was smooth but I knew it was game
Helluva cool but you men are the same
The way he licked his lips
And touched my hips
I knew that he was slick
**Chorus**
It was 6-9, so hot
In the fall, had the windows down
Isley and I'm thinking 'bout the sheets now
Wondering should I really take it there now
He told me he would make it worth it
But thinkin' how many times have I heard this
Got a feelin' but I wasn't even nervous
All his slick-ass lines was kind of working
I felt my knees get weak
his body was calling me
Just couldn't take the heat
Anyway it was 2 or 3
I had to get out the streets
Baby was cool but I knew it was game
He was too smooth to be screamin' my name
Even though we made the best of it
I still told him this
**Chorus** [x3]
You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip
I'm feelin' it
I've gotta get a grip
And it's drivin' me crazy
Baby don't you quit
Can't, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, you make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
