[Intro: Tech N9ne] Aye, a nigga came to party 151 Rum, Bacardi Pineapple juice and Malibu get it started Then, Oh Lordy, I seen a big booty shawty
[Hook x2: Krizz Kaliko] To the beat, sex I'mma beat that To the beat, sex I'mma beat that To the beat, sex I'mma beat that To the beat, sex (Knock, knock it out the body)
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I got rhythm When the women see me on stage Later on we sexually engaged, that's what I give 'em Strokes full of energy Beat it like my enemy Watch a nigga centipede on lemon, Sprite, and Hennessey Pumpin on the thick woman is my thang Crunk on a bitch, bumpin to my game 57th Street, got the legged D Cum on a big ???? Tech's immaculate, but when I style, checkin' all the bitches gon' KNOW (cha) That I pump the magic, when the people ask, when the meat's molasses they GLOW (cha) Hit it hard, then it's scarred Dig it til it's split apart Get it when it's witted Clitted, pivots, quit it when it's dark Then wake up in the mornin' Straight to the beat we bonin' No, we not kiddin' so I guess you can say we grownin' (kids cheering) And you can smell that Steamin' hell cat Cause I swell that, long dong Play wit it like her own toy If you can feel that Run and tell that, run and tell that, home boy, ho ho home boy
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[Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] Yo young baby what you do-lien, do-lien? Yeah, you heard of me That Mr. Bunk Rock, hit your funk spot Long dong home-no-lien Got a sex jacket for screw-lien Too-lien boobies and booties (The Kutty Coochie King) Now they crownin me nubian (Kutty Calzone) Once I stuff it, then it's a wrap full of sausage You done sauced it, Porky Piggin' you from the back Cause I'mma Beat-deet beat-deet that meat-deet 'til you start twe-deeking out ya sheets Once you beat-deat then I'm gon' skeet-deet I'm out gon' be screechin down your streets To the rhythm of the kick drum Bitches wantin to get their clits sprung Hen and Bacardi gets the dick numb That was the old me To all the women who know'd me Promoted by word of mouth to the noseys Life was like pickin' up women off I was pickin' up different bitches nightly More off to stick my dick in them, YEAH I was quite sinister, all ya hoes I remember ya But Now that I'm married got a wife that I be hittin up
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[Verse 3: Bizzy] Look, bizzle, naw OK we looking for the peanut butter milk shake thick misses Throwing dick all up in your bitches Young Bizz from the middle of the map With my nigga Techa Nina better guard your chickens I'm due for a little bit of sticking Might even do a little bit of licking Gotta be bad for that treatment, you tell a soul you might end up missing I be giving them hell in the sheets Might feel like your pussy inhaling a beast Don't be up in that thing for weeks, but give a bianca an hour at least Gotta pop that P when I'm in that V that let's me know you G Stay with me sexing you is all i need fucking to Jodeci Bang bang like pops When I'm in the pink I don't stop If your pussy good when I pull up out you better guard your grill or get shot (Blaow) Ain't no discussion when them Vickies drop I'm going in Setting your ass up to knock it down like a bowling pin Pistols between the mattresses going off while I'm tapping it Gripping and smacking it hopefully I get sucked up after this This shit right here for the hoes with heavy duty bootys Gotta fuck me to the beat whenever you get the chance to screw me na na
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