| Lust, once ya feel it in your bones, yo, you know you can’t stop it/ | |
| Understand? Let me expand while we’re on the topic/ | |
| I date plain Janes, hot chicks/ | |
| But I usually only ******* with female pilots cause they got the illest ****pits | |
| Ha, and if the crotch fits, wear it/ | |
| I’m the type of Martha Fokker to ditch a ******* the day before I meet the parents/ | |
| She’s embarrassed she’s dating a rapper – with baggy pants/ | |
| Pick her up from mass, system on blast, grabbing her ass/ | |
| Glad we could smash, but I gotta move on to the next chick/ | |
| I’m an outgoing male, I send one off, and I get one back like Netflix/ | |
| Now get this, when you’re sexually reckless, you could have a girl that cooks you breakfast/ | |
| But still seek the rejection of some leggy temptress/ | |
| She’s like your petty deathwish/ | |
| You be dressed in your best *******t, tryna silence the skeptics/ | |
| Upset kids called her a hoe, and I hoped to god it was true/ | |
| Cause see, a hoe ******* everybody, And a ******* ******* everybody but you/ | |
| I’d forget about it, but soon, I behold it’s a sign | |
| Envisioned a coked-out Whitney singing “Moment In Time,” when I told her I rhymed/ | |
| And fames the best aphrodisiac known to man, cause now we holding hands/ | |
| Saying ‘lets blow this stand’, and I hate to spoil plans/ | |
| Now that we rolling, I’m the Trojan man, she’s stroking it fast/ | |
| I’m jonesing for ass, but I almost choked on the gas when I opened her pants/ | |
| So potent a blast of fish that It was scary, man/ | |
| I snatched the pine tree from the rearview mirror then sandwiched it within her hairy clam. | |
| I got *******, *******, ******* on my mind and it’s killing me/ | |
| 2 or 3 at a time, menage a trois or a trilogy/ | |
| I really feel the need to sing this song/ | |
| Cause I dated a bi-chick for 3 years and I never got my threesome on/ | |
| There’s only so many tricks that one woman can teach a *******/ | |
| And even Cheech & Chong agree, more than one freak sure beats the bong/ | |
| But, I’ve reached the wall, and yo, I’ve only failed, | |
| Knowing that getting the most available hoes with tail to bone & bail’s the holy grail/ | |
| Now for the solo male there isn’t the fattest chance in hell/ | |
| You can ask two bad frat chicks to nail without landing your ass in jail/ | |
| And that’s the real haphazard deal, when one set of ******* ain’t enough/ | |
| Ya’ want wetter *******s, save the hunt, Son, you better just pay to *******/ | |
| The way my luck is, on whether I’ll get or get got/ | |
| Is slim, but if the chance comes, I can’t front, I’ll give it a shot/ | |
| And I’m *******tting you not, the day came when I was put to the test/ | |
| Because of my stage name I met these three hookers looking for sex/ | |
| They claimed Janessa, Brooke & Beth were their governments/ | |
| And they wanted to triple the pleasure, triple the fun like they were doublemint/ | |
| I’m stuttering, I’m looking down at my ******* 2 chicks is rubbing it/ | |
| Beth tells me just to look at her tongue and then imagine my cum on it/ | |
| Then, suddenly one of ‘em starts crying, some *******t bout her ex-man/ | |
| And when one chicks in need, the two others WILL ditch the sex plan/ | |
| With staff in hand, I’m asking, “Is it the time for this *******t?”/ | |
| From the back of the pack I hear, “Can’t you keep your mind off your *******?” | |
| Chorus: | |
| This is just another sad song/ | |
| For times like this, when everything’s mad wrong/ | |
| You missed your chance, you gotta keep your pants on/ | |
| When things don’t go your way. | |
| Go your way. | |
| It’s another assless night/ | |
| When the shorty your with isn’t acting right/ | |
| You’re forced to ******* chicks who aren’t half as tight/ | |
| When things don’t go your way. | |
| Go your way. |
| Lust, once ya feel it in your bones, yo, you know you can' t stop it | |
| Understand? Let me expand while we' re on the topic | |
| I date plain Janes, hot chicks | |
| But I usually only with female pilots cause they got the illest pits | |
| Ha, and if the crotch fits, wear it | |
| I' m the type of Martha Fokker to ditch a the day before I meet the parents | |
| She' s embarrassed she' s dating a rapper with baggy pants | |
| Pick her up from mass, system on blast, grabbing her ass | |
| Glad we could smash, but I gotta move on to the next chick | |
| I' m an outgoing male, I send one off, and I get one back like Netflix | |
| Now get this, when you' re sexually reckless, you could have a girl that cooks you breakfast | |
| But still seek the rejection of some leggy temptress | |
| She' s like your petty deathwish | |
| You be dressed in your best t, tryna silence the skeptics | |
| Upset kids called her a hoe, and I hoped to god it was true | |
| Cause see, a hoe everybody, And a everybody but you | |
| I' d forget about it, but soon, I behold it' s a sign | |
| Envisioned a cokedout Whitney singing " Moment In Time," when I told her I rhymed | |
| And fames the best aphrodisiac known to man, cause now we holding hands | |
| Saying ' lets blow this stand', and I hate to spoil plans | |
| Now that we rolling, I' m the Trojan man, she' s stroking it fast | |
| I' m jonesing for ass, but I almost choked on the gas when I opened her pants | |
| So potent a blast of fish that It was scary, man | |
| I snatched the pine tree from the rearview mirror then sandwiched it within her hairy clam. | |
| I got , , on my mind and it' s killing me | |
| 2 or 3 at a time, menage a trois or a trilogy | |
| I really feel the need to sing this song | |
| Cause I dated a bichick for 3 years and I never got my threesome on | |
| There' s only so many tricks that one woman can teach a | |
| And even Cheech Chong agree, more than one freak sure beats the bong | |
| But, I' ve reached the wall, and yo, I' ve only failed, | |
| Knowing that getting the most available hoes with tail to bone bail' s the holy grail | |
| Now for the solo male there isn' t the fattest chance in hell | |
| You can ask two bad frat chicks to nail without landing your ass in jail | |
| And that' s the real haphazard deal, when one set of ain' t enough | |
| Ya' want wetter s, save the hunt, Son, you better just pay to | |
| The way my luck is, on whether I' ll get or get got | |
| Is slim, but if the chance comes, I can' t front, I' ll give it a shot | |
| And I' m tting you not, the day came when I was put to the test | |
| Because of my stage name I met these three hookers looking for sex | |
| They claimed Janessa, Brooke Beth were their governments | |
| And they wanted to triple the pleasure, triple the fun like they were doublemint | |
| I' m stuttering, I' m looking down at my 2 chicks is rubbing it | |
| Beth tells me just to look at her tongue and then imagine my cum on it | |
| Then, suddenly one of ' em starts crying, some t bout her exman | |
| And when one chicks in need, the two others WILL ditch the sex plan | |
| With staff in hand, I' m asking, " Is it the time for this t?" | |
| From the back of the pack I hear, " Can' t you keep your mind off your ?" | |
| Chorus: | |
| This is just another sad song | |
| For times like this, when everything' s mad wrong | |
| You missed your chance, you gotta keep your pants on | |
| When things don' t go your way. | |
| Go your way. | |
| It' s another assless night | |
| When the shorty your with isn' t acting right | |
| You' re forced to chicks who aren' t half as tight | |
| When things don' t go your way. | |
| Go your way. |
| Lust, once ya feel it in your bones, yo, you know you can' t stop it | |
| Understand? Let me expand while we' re on the topic | |
| I date plain Janes, hot chicks | |
| But I usually only with female pilots cause they got the illest pits | |
| Ha, and if the crotch fits, wear it | |
| I' m the type of Martha Fokker to ditch a the day before I meet the parents | |
| She' s embarrassed she' s dating a rapper with baggy pants | |
| Pick her up from mass, system on blast, grabbing her ass | |
| Glad we could smash, but I gotta move on to the next chick | |
| I' m an outgoing male, I send one off, and I get one back like Netflix | |
| Now get this, when you' re sexually reckless, you could have a girl that cooks you breakfast | |
| But still seek the rejection of some leggy temptress | |
| She' s like your petty deathwish | |
| You be dressed in your best t, tryna silence the skeptics | |
| Upset kids called her a hoe, and I hoped to god it was true | |
| Cause see, a hoe everybody, And a everybody but you | |
| I' d forget about it, but soon, I behold it' s a sign | |
| Envisioned a cokedout Whitney singing " Moment In Time," when I told her I rhymed | |
| And fames the best aphrodisiac known to man, cause now we holding hands | |
| Saying ' lets blow this stand', and I hate to spoil plans | |
| Now that we rolling, I' m the Trojan man, she' s stroking it fast | |
| I' m jonesing for ass, but I almost choked on the gas when I opened her pants | |
| So potent a blast of fish that It was scary, man | |
| I snatched the pine tree from the rearview mirror then sandwiched it within her hairy clam. | |
| I got , , on my mind and it' s killing me | |
| 2 or 3 at a time, menage a trois or a trilogy | |
| I really feel the need to sing this song | |
| Cause I dated a bichick for 3 years and I never got my threesome on | |
| There' s only so many tricks that one woman can teach a | |
| And even Cheech Chong agree, more than one freak sure beats the bong | |
| But, I' ve reached the wall, and yo, I' ve only failed, | |
| Knowing that getting the most available hoes with tail to bone bail' s the holy grail | |
| Now for the solo male there isn' t the fattest chance in hell | |
| You can ask two bad frat chicks to nail without landing your ass in jail | |
| And that' s the real haphazard deal, when one set of ain' t enough | |
| Ya' want wetter s, save the hunt, Son, you better just pay to | |
| The way my luck is, on whether I' ll get or get got | |
| Is slim, but if the chance comes, I can' t front, I' ll give it a shot | |
| And I' m tting you not, the day came when I was put to the test | |
| Because of my stage name I met these three hookers looking for sex | |
| They claimed Janessa, Brooke Beth were their governments | |
| And they wanted to triple the pleasure, triple the fun like they were doublemint | |
| I' m stuttering, I' m looking down at my 2 chicks is rubbing it | |
| Beth tells me just to look at her tongue and then imagine my cum on it | |
| Then, suddenly one of ' em starts crying, some t bout her exman | |
| And when one chicks in need, the two others WILL ditch the sex plan | |
| With staff in hand, I' m asking, " Is it the time for this t?" | |
| From the back of the pack I hear, " Can' t you keep your mind off your ?" | |
| Chorus: | |
| This is just another sad song | |
| For times like this, when everything' s mad wrong | |
| You missed your chance, you gotta keep your pants on | |
| When things don' t go your way. | |
| Go your way. | |
| It' s another assless night | |
| When the shorty your with isn' t acting right | |
| You' re forced to chicks who aren' t half as tight | |
| When things don' t go your way. | |
| Go your way. |
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