| Song | La Menage |
| Artist | Black Sheep |
| Album | A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : McLean, Q Tips, Titus | |
| (feat. Q-Tip) | |
| (Intro) | |
| Listen, hon, I mean, ah, as slamming as you are and all that good stuff; | |
| It ain't doing me no good out here cause you got too many clothes on. | |
| So why don't we just take this cab and uh, slide on uptown and uh, slip outta this uncomfortableness of the world around us. Do you know what, you know what I am saying babes? Matter of fact uhhhhh | |
| (First Verse) | |
| Listen to me honey, | |
| Ah, honey listen here please. | |
| If sexy were a virus, | |
| Then you have a disease. | |
| Slamming is your styling | |
| Let me speak for a while and | |
| Tell you all about the grand slamming. | |
| (Why are you smiling?) | |
| Let's do the uptown slide, | |
| Don't need a transfer or auto ride. | |
| We only need a cab with us inside. | |
| Finally finally we got uptown, | |
| And when we got uptown, | |
| Honey's drawers came down. | |
| Did the audio visual, | |
| She had the residual. | |
| Bah bah Dres, now tell me have U.N.E. Pull. | |
| I said honey uhhh, again I said it slow. | |
| Coming out the boxers and my joint will surely grow. | |
| Then she started feeling, | |
| Yes it was appealing. | |
| I thought of slamming girlfriend from the floor to the ceiling. | |
| We started five play, | |
| She said that she would come. | |
| I said it wasn't four play, | |
| Because I used my thumb. | |
| Nibbled on her neck, | |
| Oh, what the heck, | |
| She said, 'One two, one two' and went down for a mike check. | |
| Her mike sounds nice check one. | |
| Her mike sounds nice check two. | |
| She did this 'till it was all gone. | |
| I told her to slow down. | |
| But she kept on. | |
| (Chorus) | |
| And on, and on, and on, she kept on (x4) | |
| (added during second line) | |
| You gotta do something about those wisdom teeth baby. | |
| (added during fourth line) | |
| Though your sounding as good as a CD. | |
| (Second Verse) | |
| Everything was Dolby, or rather was ok. | |
| She was playing Frito and I play the Lay. | |
| Then I heard a knock only to hear a voice say. | |
| Yo, you can't have a show without the DJ. | |
| I entered in my drawers. | |
| To show that I was live. | |
| The hoe didn't believe that I was nine point five. | |
| She said, 'Let me see it Lawnge, may I see it please?' | |
| I said, 'Yeah, get a good look. Drop to your knees.' | |
| I was erectified. I gave her the proof. | |
| And then I suggested a little roof roof. | |
| She was uptight, I said, 'Hon, there's nothing wrong, | |
| I'm the sugar dick daddy Mista Lawnge. | |
| Don't get offended by the position I recommended. | |
| Doggy style is my shit. | |
| The bottom is what I hit. | |
| I didn't eat her, | |
| Or Rita, just beat her, | |
| Bonita, Bonita, Bonita | |
| Uhhhhhhh! | |
| (Verse Three: Q-Tip) | |
| Tip and Sugar Dick, blazing trails of evil. | |
| Lawnge you got the felt 'cause I sure 'nough got the needle. | |
| Now put them on the arm that pertrudes like a stick. | |
| And live up to your name, | |
| Mista Lawnge Sugar Dick. | |
| As the dookie hits the fan, | |
| Here comes the horny man | |
| To finish up the task. | |
| So I'm scopein out that ass. | |
| Lawnge, she wants it, | |
| Her hands spread the butt cheeks. | |
| Tip plus Lawnge plus hoe equals wet sheets. | |
| (Outtro) | |
| God damn. | |
| Yo, somebody give me, | |
| A horny time. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| Spread the ass. | |
| Just give me a ho. | |
| No man. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| I'm gonna come in your face. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| I'm coming, in your face. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| I'm gonna come in your face. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| Bitch just let me pee on you. | |
| Let me pee on you. | |
| Let me pee on you. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| I've got the anal sun god. | |
| I've got the anal sun god. | |
| Let me pee on you. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| Ahhhhhhhh. | |
| I can't hold it no more. | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (for the two insert lines put) | |
| Somebody give me a ho |
| zuo ci : McLean, Q Tips, Titus | |
| feat. QTip | |
| Intro | |
| Listen, hon, I mean, ah, as slamming as you are and all that good stuff | |
| It ain' t doing me no good out here cause you got too many clothes on. | |
| So why don' t we just take this cab and uh, slide on uptown and uh, slip outta this uncomfortableness of the world around us. Do you know what, you know what I am saying babes? Matter of fact uhhhhh | |
| First Verse | |
| Listen to me honey, | |
| Ah, honey listen here please. | |
| If sexy were a virus, | |
| Then you have a disease. | |
| Slamming is your styling | |
| Let me speak for a while and | |
| Tell you all about the grand slamming. | |
| Why are you smiling? | |
| Let' s do the uptown slide, | |
| Don' t need a transfer or auto ride. | |
| We only need a cab with us inside. | |
| Finally finally we got uptown, | |
| And when we got uptown, | |
| Honey' s drawers came down. | |
| Did the audio visual, | |
| She had the residual. | |
| Bah bah Dres, now tell me have U. N. E. Pull. | |
| I said honey uhhh, again I said it slow. | |
| Coming out the boxers and my joint will surely grow. | |
| Then she started feeling, | |
| Yes it was appealing. | |
| I thought of slamming girlfriend from the floor to the ceiling. | |
| We started five play, | |
| She said that she would come. | |
| I said it wasn' t four play, | |
| Because I used my thumb. | |
| Nibbled on her neck, | |
| Oh, what the heck, | |
| She said, ' One two, one two' and went down for a mike check. | |
| Her mike sounds nice check one. | |
| Her mike sounds nice check two. | |
| She did this ' till it was all gone. | |
| I told her to slow down. | |
| But she kept on. | |
| Chorus | |
| And on, and on, and on, she kept on x4 | |
| added during second line | |
| You gotta do something about those wisdom teeth baby. | |
| added during fourth line | |
| Though your sounding as good as a CD. | |
| Second Verse | |
| Everything was Dolby, or rather was ok. | |
| She was playing Frito and I play the Lay. | |
| Then I heard a knock only to hear a voice say. | |
| Yo, you can' t have a show without the DJ. | |
| I entered in my drawers. | |
| To show that I was live. | |
| The hoe didn' t believe that I was nine point five. | |
| She said, ' Let me see it Lawnge, may I see it please?' | |
| I said, ' Yeah, get a good look. Drop to your knees.' | |
| I was erectified. I gave her the proof. | |
| And then I suggested a little roof roof. | |
| She was uptight, I said, ' Hon, there' s nothing wrong, | |
| I' m the sugar dick daddy Mista Lawnge. | |
| Don' t get offended by the position I recommended. | |
| Doggy style is my shit. | |
| The bottom is what I hit. | |
| I didn' t eat her, | |
| Or Rita, just beat her, | |
| Bonita, Bonita, Bonita | |
| Uhhhhhhh! | |
| Verse Three: QTip | |
| Tip and Sugar Dick, blazing trails of evil. | |
| Lawnge you got the felt ' cause I sure ' nough got the needle. | |
| Now put them on the arm that pertrudes like a stick. | |
| And live up to your name, | |
| Mista Lawnge Sugar Dick. | |
| As the dookie hits the fan, | |
| Here comes the horny man | |
| To finish up the task. | |
| So I' m scopein out that ass. | |
| Lawnge, she wants it, | |
| Her hands spread the butt cheeks. | |
| Tip plus Lawnge plus hoe equals wet sheets. | |
| Outtro | |
| God damn. | |
| Yo, somebody give me, | |
| A horny time. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| Spread the ass. | |
| Just give me a ho. | |
| No man. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| I' m gonna come in your face. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| I' m coming, in your face. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| I' m gonna come in your face. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| Bitch just let me pee on you. | |
| Let me pee on you. | |
| Let me pee on you. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| I' ve got the anal sun god. | |
| I' ve got the anal sun god. | |
| Let me pee on you. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| Ahhhhhhhh. | |
| I can' t hold it no more. | |
| Chorus | |
| for the two insert lines put | |
| Somebody give me a ho |
| zuò cí : McLean, Q Tips, Titus | |
| feat. QTip | |
| Intro | |
| Listen, hon, I mean, ah, as slamming as you are and all that good stuff | |
| It ain' t doing me no good out here cause you got too many clothes on. | |
| So why don' t we just take this cab and uh, slide on uptown and uh, slip outta this uncomfortableness of the world around us. Do you know what, you know what I am saying babes? Matter of fact uhhhhh | |
| First Verse | |
| Listen to me honey, | |
| Ah, honey listen here please. | |
| If sexy were a virus, | |
| Then you have a disease. | |
| Slamming is your styling | |
| Let me speak for a while and | |
| Tell you all about the grand slamming. | |
| Why are you smiling? | |
| Let' s do the uptown slide, | |
| Don' t need a transfer or auto ride. | |
| We only need a cab with us inside. | |
| Finally finally we got uptown, | |
| And when we got uptown, | |
| Honey' s drawers came down. | |
| Did the audio visual, | |
| She had the residual. | |
| Bah bah Dres, now tell me have U. N. E. Pull. | |
| I said honey uhhh, again I said it slow. | |
| Coming out the boxers and my joint will surely grow. | |
| Then she started feeling, | |
| Yes it was appealing. | |
| I thought of slamming girlfriend from the floor to the ceiling. | |
| We started five play, | |
| She said that she would come. | |
| I said it wasn' t four play, | |
| Because I used my thumb. | |
| Nibbled on her neck, | |
| Oh, what the heck, | |
| She said, ' One two, one two' and went down for a mike check. | |
| Her mike sounds nice check one. | |
| Her mike sounds nice check two. | |
| She did this ' till it was all gone. | |
| I told her to slow down. | |
| But she kept on. | |
| Chorus | |
| And on, and on, and on, she kept on x4 | |
| added during second line | |
| You gotta do something about those wisdom teeth baby. | |
| added during fourth line | |
| Though your sounding as good as a CD. | |
| Second Verse | |
| Everything was Dolby, or rather was ok. | |
| She was playing Frito and I play the Lay. | |
| Then I heard a knock only to hear a voice say. | |
| Yo, you can' t have a show without the DJ. | |
| I entered in my drawers. | |
| To show that I was live. | |
| The hoe didn' t believe that I was nine point five. | |
| She said, ' Let me see it Lawnge, may I see it please?' | |
| I said, ' Yeah, get a good look. Drop to your knees.' | |
| I was erectified. I gave her the proof. | |
| And then I suggested a little roof roof. | |
| She was uptight, I said, ' Hon, there' s nothing wrong, | |
| I' m the sugar dick daddy Mista Lawnge. | |
| Don' t get offended by the position I recommended. | |
| Doggy style is my shit. | |
| The bottom is what I hit. | |
| I didn' t eat her, | |
| Or Rita, just beat her, | |
| Bonita, Bonita, Bonita | |
| Uhhhhhhh! | |
| Verse Three: QTip | |
| Tip and Sugar Dick, blazing trails of evil. | |
| Lawnge you got the felt ' cause I sure ' nough got the needle. | |
| Now put them on the arm that pertrudes like a stick. | |
| And live up to your name, | |
| Mista Lawnge Sugar Dick. | |
| As the dookie hits the fan, | |
| Here comes the horny man | |
| To finish up the task. | |
| So I' m scopein out that ass. | |
| Lawnge, she wants it, | |
| Her hands spread the butt cheeks. | |
| Tip plus Lawnge plus hoe equals wet sheets. | |
| Outtro | |
| God damn. | |
| Yo, somebody give me, | |
| A horny time. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| Spread the ass. | |
| Just give me a ho. | |
| No man. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| I' m gonna come in your face. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| I' m coming, in your face. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| I' m gonna come in your face. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| Bitch just let me pee on you. | |
| Let me pee on you. | |
| Let me pee on you. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| I' ve got the anal sun god. | |
| I' ve got the anal sun god. | |
| Let me pee on you. | |
| Somebody give me a ho. | |
| Ahhhhhhhh. | |
| I can' t hold it no more. | |
| Chorus | |
| for the two insert lines put | |
| Somebody give me a ho |