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作曲 : Edwards, Glaze, Prince, Smith |
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[Chorus] What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up) |
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Can a ***** get in them guts (them guts) |
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Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut) |
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Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah) |
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Well give me your number and |
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I'll call (I'll call) |
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And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall) |
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Take you home, let you juggle my ***** (my *****) |
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While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah) [Verse One] |
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This your boy |
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Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby |
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I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady |
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You looking good, |
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I think I seen your ass in the hood |
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With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could |
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But anyway, gone and drop a number or something |
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So I can call you later on,on your phone or something |
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Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something |
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It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting |
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I'm digging in your walls something viscious |
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With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious |
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You delirious,or might |
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I say you taste so delicious |
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With your clear brown skin, almond joys and kisses |
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And you ah certified head doctor |
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Number one staller that takes ***** in the ass and won't holler |
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Bend you over and |
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I'll follow you straight to the room |
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Where it goes down lovely in the |
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Leagon of |
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Doom [Chorus] [Verse Two] |
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*****t, you know the deal before a ***** even stepped |
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Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt |
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You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe |
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Then bust a nut all over yourself |
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The first time |
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I called, you were juggling on my ***** |
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In and out of your jaws, |
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I was beating down your walls |
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Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause |
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And every time you seen a |
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G you was slipping off your drawers, |
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I recall I met your ass at the mall, in the fall |
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You the one with the dress on, let me take you home |
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Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts |
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Cut you up like you ain't been cut |
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From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front |
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Turn around,you got me right |
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I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me |
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So gone see about a pimp and that monkey |
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And that's fo' sho' [Chorus] [Verse Three] |
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What's the buiseness baby, can |
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I get in them drawes |
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I like the way your hands rub against my ***** |
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Cause you the one, a ***** met at south dekalb mall |
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With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all 135 petite, and your smell is unique |
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Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week |
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Oh, You a freak, |
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I knew it from the first time |
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I saw you |
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The way you played with your tongue, |
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I knew right then |
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I would call you |
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So what it is, they call me |
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Super Don from the ville |
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And I'ma tell you like this, cause a ***** so real, and stay trill |
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Cause all |
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I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the ***** |
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I kill And |
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I feel, you love to ***** up on a hill |
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Suck ***** from behind, and take nut in your grill |
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So ***** chill, and shut your mouth just for a second |
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While I lay this ***** down on you just like |
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I'm Teddy [Chorus] |