Released: February 23, 1999

Songwriter: Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis War Donna Summer Pete Bellotte Giorgio Moroder Marshall Lorenzo Martin Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes T-Boz Tony “Prof-T” Tolbert

Producer: Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis

[Intro: Left Eye]
Uhh, hehe

[Verse 1: Chilli (Left Eye)]
Sunny days
Birds singin' sweet soundin' songs of love (That's so pretty girl)
As we walk hand in hand
Just kickin' up sand
As the ocean laps at our feet (Ooh)
I'm in your arms
And all of your charms are for me
(It's not for me)
(Ha ha ha, jam, check it)

[Refrain: T-Boz (T-Boz, Left Eye)]
I need a crump, tight nigga, make seven figures
Laced with the platinum not the silver shit, nigga
Exhale cigar, ten inch or bigger
"Know how to lick it and stick it", what, what

Now don't get me wrong cause I'm not a ho (Uh, right?)
But I know what I got you can't handle though (Cuz what?)
Cause only real niggas, what?
You don't know
So what you gon' do?
What you gonna do? (Wha wha wha)

[Chorus]
Nigga, you must be crazy (That's right)
Whatcha gonna do with a bitch like me? (Like me)
I'm so good at being bad
I'm the best you never had (Uh huh, right?)
I epitomize the word sexy (Sexy, Yeah!)
Nigga, you must be crazy (What? Uh huh)
Whatcha gonna do with a bitch like me? (That's right)
You're not so tight (Whoo)
Make you cum all night (Haha)
And you can't handle me, baby (Uh)

[Break: T-Boz]
I love to love ya baby
I love to love ya baby
I yeah, love to love ya baby
Ooooh, love to love ya baby

[Verse 2: T-Boz (T-Boz, Left Eye)]
Sorry I turned you out (You out)
I guess I didn't know
That a man could be so soft (Hmm)
Well I guess I have to give you back (I guess I)
The flowers, (Huh?) the candy (What?)
The diamonds (Oh no, not the diamonds)
Oh, hell no, wait a minute...
I'mma keep that (You better keep it girl)
Hope that you don't mind
I'm not the mushy kind (The mushy kind)
(Never been, never will)
Ah, check it!

[Refrain: Chilli (T-Boz, Left Eye)]
I need a crump, tight nigga, make seven figures
Laced with the platinum not the silver shit, nigga
Exhale cigar, ten inch or bigger
A "lick it from the back" type nigga

[T-Boz]
Now don't get me wrong cause I'm not a ho (Uh, What?)
But I know what I got, you can't handle though (Uh huh, What?)
Cause only real niggas (Huh?)
You don't know, so what you gon' do? (Haha haha!)
What you gonna do? (Whatcha gon' gon' do?)

[Chorus]
Nigga, you must be crazy (Yeah)
Whatcha gonna do with a bitch like me? (Like me)
I'm so good at being bad (What?)
I'm the best you never had (Uh huh)
I epitomize the word sexy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nigga, you must be crazy (Crazy)
Whatcha gonna do with a bitch like me? (Like me)
You're not so tight (Ah, uh huh)
Make you cum all night (Uh huh, uh huh)
And you can't handle me, baby (Yeah, Ah can't handle it)

[T-Boz]
I love to love ya baby
I love to love ya baby
I yeah, love to love ya baby
Ooooh, love to love ya baby

[Bridge: T-Boz]
When I'm all alone, I touch myself (Ooh woah)
And I always dreamed about someone else
Who was so much more than
La, la, la, la, la
A good man is so hard to find

Well actually, a hard man is so good to find
Yo, yeah baby!

[Verse 3: Left Eye]
Uh, I understand you want a tour of what's inside
Read my safety guide before I take you on this ride
Straight into the center, you enter my dimension
The question is protection, selected in my session (Session)
I'm on a quest
I will not rest 'till I break it
But if it's naked?
I'll take it with the batteries and fake it (Fake it)
Cause I gotta get mine, and you gotta get yours
But never endin' it by sendin' it thru shakey doors
You must be crazy to think, that you can hang with me
I try to escape the imprisonment of those defiant to me
The epitome of your every dream it seems to 'feen
For intangible fantasies, you know what I mean?

[Chorus]
Nigga, you must be crazy (Haha, right?)
Whatcha gonna do with a bitch like me? (Like me)
I'm so good at being bad (Whatcha gon' do?)
I'm the best you never had (Whatcha gon' gon' do?)
I epitomize the word sexy (Ah, ah, ah, Yeah)
Nigga, you must be crazy (Whatcha gon' do? Crazy)
Whatcha gonna do with a bitch like me? (Like me)
You're not so tight (Whatcha gon' do?)
Make you cum all night (Whatcha gon' gon' do?)
And you can't handle me, baby (Uh, Ah can't handle it)

Nigga, you must be crazy (Watch out there now, haha)
Whatcha gonna do with a bitch like me? (Watch out there now!)
I'm so good at being bad (What? Uh)
I'm the best you never had (Come on! Right)
I epitomize the word sexy (Uh huh, uh huh)
Nigga, you must be crazy (Yeah, yeah what what?)
Whatcha gonna do with a bitch like me? (What? Wha wha?)
You're not so tight (Whoo!)
Make you cum all night (Watch out)
And you can't handle me, baby (Uh, can't handle it)

[T-Boz]
I love to love ya baby
I love to love ya baby
I yeah, love to love ya baby
Ooooh, love to love ya baby

[Outro: T-Boz]
Hah hah hah hah hah hah
That's right
Watch out there now
You can't handle it!
Huh huh
So whatcha gon' do?
Whatcha gonna do with a bitch
A bitch like me nigga, huh?
A bitch like me nigga, what?
A bitch like me
A bitch like moi?
Ah, that's a rap baby!

TLC

TLC is a trio whose musical repertoire spans over R&B, hip-hop, soul, pop, rock, funk, and new jack swing.

Consisting of Tionne “T-Boz” Watkins, rapper-singer Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes, and singer Rozonda “Chilli” Thomas, TLC found unprecedented success in the 1990s, not only as a musical group, but also for an extensive series of high profiled spats with the law, each other, and with their record label—all of which helped to solidify them as one of the definitive recording acts to emerge during the aforementioned time span.

The group, which is in fact the highest-selling girl group in America with 65 million records sold, is known for tackling important social issues in their music such as AIDS awareness, violence, domestic abuse, anorexia, bulimia, sexism, racism, and homophobia.