They make me sick 
 I know I feel you 
 That's why we got to stick together 
 Yep, yep, yep 
 *laughs 
 I know it! 

 1 - You make 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 feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this 
 Driving me crazy baby don't you quit 
 Can't get enought of it 
 You got me going again 
 Baby you got me going again 
 You make sick 

 We was on our way home on the freeway 
 In the six double O bumpin' Isley 
 He was gettin' kind of close, kind of touchy 
 Guess he had a little too much Hennesy 
 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 go I don't really know though 

 He got closer to me 
 He started getting 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 a cool but you man had the same 
 The way he licked his lips 
 And touched my hips I knew that he was slick 

 Repeat 1 

 So hot in my six now 
 So hot, had to roll all the windows down 
 Isley got me thinking 'bout them sheets now 
 Wondering should I really take it there now? 
 He told me you would make it worth it 
 But thinking how many times have I heard this 
 Got him feeling but I'm not even nervous 
 All his slick [bad word] lines were kind of working 

 I felt my knees get weak 
 But he was calling me 
 Just couldn't take the heat 
 Anyway it was two or three 
 I had to get out the streets 
 Baby was cool but I knew it was game 
 He was too smooth to be screaming my name 
 And even though we made the best of it 
 I still told him this 

 Repeat 1 

 Hmm...yeah 

 Repeat 1 (2x) 

 I want you and I hate it 
 Hot when you touch the tip 
 I'm feeling it 
 I gotta get a grip of this 
 Driving me crazy baby don't you quit 
 Can't no, no, no, no 
 Oh, you make sick 
 I want you and I'm hating it