Baby dreads tucked under
your gangsta hat;
guess you know you look good like that.
And you awkward on your board,
ain't skated much before,
but better than me for sure.

I'm giving you looks
and flashing some skin.
See you look up as I go in.
And your pal giving you hell
like, "Check that out!"
'Cause sexy is what I'm about.

The attention is new,
if the sexy is not,
so I don't mind you checking me out.
I'm smiling and styling;
your buddy's like "Whoa."
Yeah, I think I just saw your mind blow.

Girlfriend's keeping track for me
like some Sherlock Holmes spy,
so she tells me when you coming by.
while your boy's hanging back
'cause it's some kinda dare.
And you act like you wish you weren't there.

Then you're over to my window,
with your buddy keeping track,
and you asking for my name and my tab.
well, I could give you the finger,
but I'm in it for the game.
And I'm guessing that you in it for the same.