Well I ain't sweet sweet oochie coochie moody Brown skinned cutie with a big bootie And two big tootie toots up front check it Your butt naked premonitions have been dissed Mr. Me Being A Ho has just drifted into the abyss So we won't twist up like pretzels And set your sights on a bona fide ho requisites If any of these sentences have you confused I'll make it simple just for you check it
CHORUS No, you can't get my number No, I'm not going home with you after the jam Check it out - emphatically no
[Next verse, time to make your head burst]
Baby, I just met you How could you expect me to respect you And lay next to you in the bedroom? And let you boom-boom pow-pow with my face down Just because you think I'm cute? I got suped boots and all of your pursuits Have led to the bed so we can go dilla So we can go loup-de-lay I'm not your baby, I don't wanh-wanh You pitiful excuse for a house-trained pet You're just stress and aggravation Just because you said come over Don't mean I wanna smell your stinkin' breath So...
CHORUS
Listen, mister, you may possess to be in Yes, we could be friends or perhaps we could go out on a date Then again...no 'cause you get no wins for Salt-N-Pepa We're more than just a pair of flavored skin (??) ??? grand finale We're on our way to Cali first-class So miss, I truely wish you would dash And stop rubbin' up on my buttcheeks See...
CHORUS
Hell no, now bust it Yes, I'd like a drink, but I don't think That you can get me drunk enough to lay with your skunk On your patch armpits, make me wanna hot spit Hot spa-doohy, groovy guy you're not Glances at my chest Freshie, you're lusting for my flesh Slow like a mole that can't find his hole Float cousin, the hornets keep buzzin' as I say...
CHORUSTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
