Skins Lyrics
| Song | Skins |
| Artist | Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth |
| Artist | Grand Puba |
| Album | Mecca And The Soul Brother |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dixon, Penn, Phillips | |
| Uhh | |
| Ahh yeah | |
| What we talkin bout? Talkin bout the skinz | |
| Skinz? Yeah the skinz, you know, girls | |
| Fine women | |
| Skinz, listen listen to my man | |
| [CL Smooth] | |
| I hear it callin never stallin hit the skinz bed or shelter | |
| Love to tap her on the shoulder, roll her over, then I belt her | |
| Leave a bite when the joint is tight, lovely when it's loose | |
| Produce the proper juice, plus I never hump a deuce | |
| Give me the head on the waterbed, play you like a Pro Ked | |
| Slide the flavors on the sled, listen to what he said | |
| Come and lie on the bearskin, notice how the firm make him grin | |
| Cover the checks and then I go cash em in | |
| Hold the zipper, unlock, and grab the whole bag of treats | |
| Hear the hooker slam the butcher with the biggest stack of meats | |
| Take two hands to hold it, flip it out and unroll it | |
| If you spot a brother larger then the next man stole it | |
| Oochie coo now, you know the Mecca wanna bang bang | |
| Beggin a pardon as I knock a new skinz stank thang | |
| CL, kickin flavor with the Grand Puba | |
| Speakin on the wins, I'm about to hit the skinz | |
| [Pete Rock] | |
| Talkin bout the skinz | |
| The skinz | |
| That's right, talkin bout the skinz baby | |
| No disrespect, just talkin bout an everyday thing | |
| C'mon | |
| [Grand Puba] | |
| Ha ha ha! | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Yeah... | |
| Nowadays I'm on some extra be careful (shit) | |
| I take precaution, before I slide up in the slit | |
| Man (fuck) that I put aluminum foil on my (dick) | |
| Cause if you catch it, boy that (shit)'ll kick you quick | |
| Better yet, you can pass me a Ziplock | |
| A bag of boom, and a 40 then some boot knock | |
| I get stiff and it's hard like Charles Bronson | |
| It's kinda (fucked) up what happened to Magic Johnson | |
| But anyway, you know the resume | |
| Time to drop the Girbauds and parlay, HEY | |
| I rock the world over big botty girls | |
| Won't hit the skinz if she gotta jheri curl | |
| cause when I jump into my thing I make the bedspring sing | |
| And you can ask my old fling, who's the bedroom king? | |
| Hit the skinz hard, she'll hang on to the bedpost | |
| Then I drop my load, then get up and make some french toast | |
| Run and get the paper and it won't be the Post | |
| After that you know the flavor I'm ghost! | |
| [Pete Rock] | |
| That's right, be out.. | |
| Hit it off.. on the skinz | |
| [Cl Smooth] | |
| C'mon, with the funky flavors | |
| Uhh, gonna hit this off right quick | |
| Hit the skinz they're forever wins, cozy like my Timbs and brims | |
| but never heard a bigger limb around the rim | |
| Set to hurdle when I pop a girdle, sum it up surgical | |
| Lay down the pubic and the stuff won't curdle | |
| I got the remedy for competition of any | |
| sleepin with the enemy who never got a pretty penny | |
| Skinz I'm with, check the lower lipped pal of mine | |
| Now you know the Pete Rock, skinz all the time | |
| [Pete Rock] | |
| Oh Pete Rock, raw as I ever been | |
| Give me room so I can speak about the skinz | |
| Take a tidbit, but God (damnit) can you dig it | |
| Sisters play me close and they want my beeper digits | |
| cause I love em undercover, the Chocolate Boy Wonder | |
| Break like an earthquake, boomin like thunder | |
| til the honey dip the blouse, slip in the house | |
| Sip the Stout, rip the boots, and I'm out | |
| [CL Smooth] | |
| Like the Isley's, apply these, in-Between the Sheets | |
| Follow yes another trail as if I had on cleats | |
| Rip my way through a negligee, park it like a valet | |
| Sure it's OK, just met the skinz yesterday | |
| Tap the baggy drawers, lay the laws, lovely puff it up | |
| For the ride, honey buckle up, smearin all your makeup | |
| CL can wreck it well a bombshell finishin | |
| So get the tunnel vision on how I hit the skinz | |
| [Pete Rock] | |
| How I hit the skinz, uhh | |
| It's fat, yes | |
| As you know I like to flow | |
| Don't try to show | |
| Because I'm, the accurate man | |
| Everybody knows it | |
| Peace to all stealers | |
| of the Mount Vernon | |
| Young poets and players | |
| New Rochelle, the Bronx... |
| zuo ci : Dixon, Penn, Phillips | |
| Uhh | |
| Ahh yeah | |
| What we talkin bout? Talkin bout the skinz | |
| Skinz? Yeah the skinz, you know, girls | |
| Fine women | |
| Skinz, listen listen to my man | |
| CL Smooth | |
| I hear it callin never stallin hit the skinz bed or shelter | |
| Love to tap her on the shoulder, roll her over, then I belt her | |
| Leave a bite when the joint is tight, lovely when it' s loose | |
| Produce the proper juice, plus I never hump a deuce | |
| Give me the head on the waterbed, play you like a Pro Ked | |
| Slide the flavors on the sled, listen to what he said | |
| Come and lie on the bearskin, notice how the firm make him grin | |
| Cover the checks and then I go cash em in | |
| Hold the zipper, unlock, and grab the whole bag of treats | |
| Hear the hooker slam the butcher with the biggest stack of meats | |
| Take two hands to hold it, flip it out and unroll it | |
| If you spot a brother larger then the next man stole it | |
| Oochie coo now, you know the Mecca wanna bang bang | |
| Beggin a pardon as I knock a new skinz stank thang | |
| CL, kickin flavor with the Grand Puba | |
| Speakin on the wins, I' m about to hit the skinz | |
| Pete Rock | |
| Talkin bout the skinz | |
| The skinz | |
| That' s right, talkin bout the skinz baby | |
| No disrespect, just talkin bout an everyday thing | |
| C' mon | |
| Grand Puba | |
| Ha ha ha! | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Yeah... | |
| Nowadays I' m on some extra be careful shit | |
| I take precaution, before I slide up in the slit | |
| Man fuck that I put aluminum foil on my dick | |
| Cause if you catch it, boy that shit' ll kick you quick | |
| Better yet, you can pass me a Ziplock | |
| A bag of boom, and a 40 then some boot knock | |
| I get stiff and it' s hard like Charles Bronson | |
| It' s kinda fucked up what happened to Magic Johnson | |
| But anyway, you know the resume | |
| Time to drop the Girbauds and parlay, HEY | |
| I rock the world over big botty girls | |
| Won' t hit the skinz if she gotta jheri curl | |
| cause when I jump into my thing I make the bedspring sing | |
| And you can ask my old fling, who' s the bedroom king? | |
| Hit the skinz hard, she' ll hang on to the bedpost | |
| Then I drop my load, then get up and make some french toast | |
| Run and get the paper and it won' t be the Post | |
| After that you know the flavor I' m ghost! | |
| Pete Rock | |
| That' s right, be out.. | |
| Hit it off.. on the skinz | |
| Cl Smooth | |
| C' mon, with the funky flavors | |
| Uhh, gonna hit this off right quick | |
| Hit the skinz they' re forever wins, cozy like my Timbs and brims | |
| but never heard a bigger limb around the rim | |
| Set to hurdle when I pop a girdle, sum it up surgical | |
| Lay down the pubic and the stuff won' t curdle | |
| I got the remedy for competition of any | |
| sleepin with the enemy who never got a pretty penny | |
| Skinz I' m with, check the lower lipped pal of mine | |
| Now you know the Pete Rock, skinz all the time | |
| Pete Rock | |
| Oh Pete Rock, raw as I ever been | |
| Give me room so I can speak about the skinz | |
| Take a tidbit, but God damnit can you dig it | |
| Sisters play me close and they want my beeper digits | |
| cause I love em undercover, the Chocolate Boy Wonder | |
| Break like an earthquake, boomin like thunder | |
| til the honey dip the blouse, slip in the house | |
| Sip the Stout, rip the boots, and I' m out | |
| CL Smooth | |
| Like the Isley' s, apply these, inBetween the Sheets | |
| Follow yes another trail as if I had on cleats | |
| Rip my way through a negligee, park it like a valet | |
| Sure it' s OK, just met the skinz yesterday | |
| Tap the baggy drawers, lay the laws, lovely puff it up | |
| For the ride, honey buckle up, smearin all your makeup | |
| CL can wreck it well a bombshell finishin | |
| So get the tunnel vision on how I hit the skinz | |
| Pete Rock | |
| How I hit the skinz, uhh | |
| It' s fat, yes | |
| As you know I like to flow | |
| Don' t try to show | |
| Because I' m, the accurate man | |
| Everybody knows it | |
| Peace to all stealers | |
| of the Mount Vernon | |
| Young poets and players | |
| New Rochelle, the Bronx... |
| zuò cí : Dixon, Penn, Phillips | |
| Uhh | |
| Ahh yeah | |
| What we talkin bout? Talkin bout the skinz | |
| Skinz? Yeah the skinz, you know, girls | |
| Fine women | |
| Skinz, listen listen to my man | |
| CL Smooth | |
| I hear it callin never stallin hit the skinz bed or shelter | |
| Love to tap her on the shoulder, roll her over, then I belt her | |
| Leave a bite when the joint is tight, lovely when it' s loose | |
| Produce the proper juice, plus I never hump a deuce | |
| Give me the head on the waterbed, play you like a Pro Ked | |
| Slide the flavors on the sled, listen to what he said | |
| Come and lie on the bearskin, notice how the firm make him grin | |
| Cover the checks and then I go cash em in | |
| Hold the zipper, unlock, and grab the whole bag of treats | |
| Hear the hooker slam the butcher with the biggest stack of meats | |
| Take two hands to hold it, flip it out and unroll it | |
| If you spot a brother larger then the next man stole it | |
| Oochie coo now, you know the Mecca wanna bang bang | |
| Beggin a pardon as I knock a new skinz stank thang | |
| CL, kickin flavor with the Grand Puba | |
| Speakin on the wins, I' m about to hit the skinz | |
| Pete Rock | |
| Talkin bout the skinz | |
| The skinz | |
| That' s right, talkin bout the skinz baby | |
| No disrespect, just talkin bout an everyday thing | |
| C' mon | |
| Grand Puba | |
| Ha ha ha! | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Yeah... | |
| Nowadays I' m on some extra be careful shit | |
| I take precaution, before I slide up in the slit | |
| Man fuck that I put aluminum foil on my dick | |
| Cause if you catch it, boy that shit' ll kick you quick | |
| Better yet, you can pass me a Ziplock | |
| A bag of boom, and a 40 then some boot knock | |
| I get stiff and it' s hard like Charles Bronson | |
| It' s kinda fucked up what happened to Magic Johnson | |
| But anyway, you know the resume | |
| Time to drop the Girbauds and parlay, HEY | |
| I rock the world over big botty girls | |
| Won' t hit the skinz if she gotta jheri curl | |
| cause when I jump into my thing I make the bedspring sing | |
| And you can ask my old fling, who' s the bedroom king? | |
| Hit the skinz hard, she' ll hang on to the bedpost | |
| Then I drop my load, then get up and make some french toast | |
| Run and get the paper and it won' t be the Post | |
| After that you know the flavor I' m ghost! | |
| Pete Rock | |
| That' s right, be out.. | |
| Hit it off.. on the skinz | |
| Cl Smooth | |
| C' mon, with the funky flavors | |
| Uhh, gonna hit this off right quick | |
| Hit the skinz they' re forever wins, cozy like my Timbs and brims | |
| but never heard a bigger limb around the rim | |
| Set to hurdle when I pop a girdle, sum it up surgical | |
| Lay down the pubic and the stuff won' t curdle | |
| I got the remedy for competition of any | |
| sleepin with the enemy who never got a pretty penny | |
| Skinz I' m with, check the lower lipped pal of mine | |
| Now you know the Pete Rock, skinz all the time | |
| Pete Rock | |
| Oh Pete Rock, raw as I ever been | |
| Give me room so I can speak about the skinz | |
| Take a tidbit, but God damnit can you dig it | |
| Sisters play me close and they want my beeper digits | |
| cause I love em undercover, the Chocolate Boy Wonder | |
| Break like an earthquake, boomin like thunder | |
| til the honey dip the blouse, slip in the house | |
| Sip the Stout, rip the boots, and I' m out | |
| CL Smooth | |
| Like the Isley' s, apply these, inBetween the Sheets | |
| Follow yes another trail as if I had on cleats | |
| Rip my way through a negligee, park it like a valet | |
| Sure it' s OK, just met the skinz yesterday | |
| Tap the baggy drawers, lay the laws, lovely puff it up | |
| For the ride, honey buckle up, smearin all your makeup | |
| CL can wreck it well a bombshell finishin | |
| So get the tunnel vision on how I hit the skinz | |
| Pete Rock | |
| How I hit the skinz, uhh | |
| It' s fat, yes | |
| As you know I like to flow | |
| Don' t try to show | |
| Because I' m, the accurate man | |
| Everybody knows it | |
| Peace to all stealers | |
| of the Mount Vernon | |
| Young poets and players | |
| New Rochelle, the Bronx... |
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