Intro
Listen, hon, I mean, ah, as slamming as you are and all that good stuff;
It ain`t doing me no good out here cause you got too many clothes on.
So why don`t we just take this cab and uh, slide on uptown and uh, slip outta this uncomfortableness of the world around us. Do you know what, you know what I am saying babes? Matter of fact uhhhhh
First Verse
Listen to me honey,
Ah, honey listen here please.
If sexy were a virus,
Then you have a disease.
Slamming is your styling
Let me speak for a while and
Tell you all about the grand slamming.
(Why are you smiling?)
Let`s do the uptown slide,
Don`t need a transfer or auto ride.
We only need a cab with us inside.
Finally finally we got uptown,
And when we got uptown,
Honey`s drawers came down.
Did the audio visual,
She had the residual.
Bah bah Dres, now tell me have U.N.E. Pull.
I said honey uhhh, again I said it slow.
Coming out the boxers and my joint will surely grow.
Then she started feeling,
Yes it was appealing.
I thought of slamming girlfriend from the floor to the ceiling.
We started five play,
She said that she would come.
I said it wasn`t four play,
Because I used my thumb.
Nibbled on her neck,
Oh, what the heck,
She said, `One two, one two` and went down for a mike check.
Her mike sounds nice check one.
Her mike sounds nice check two.
She did this `till it was all gone.
I told her to slow down.
But she kept on.
Chorus
And on, and on, and on, she kept on > repeated four times
(added during second line)
You gotta do something about those wisdom teeth baby.
(added during fourth line)
Though your sounding as good as a CD.
Second Verse
Everything was Dolby, or rather was ok.
She was playing Frito and I play the Lay.
Then I heard a knock only to hear a voice say.
Yo, you can`t have a show without the DJ.
I entered in my drawers.
To show that I was live.
The hoe didn`t believe that I was nine point five.
She said, `Let me see it Lawnge, may I see it please?`
I said, `Yeah, get a good look. Drop to your knees.`
I was erectified. I gave her the proof.
And then I suggested a little roof roof.
She was uptight, I said, `Hon, there`s nothing wrong,
I`m the sugar dick daddy Mista Lawnge.
Don`t get offended by the position I recommended.
Doggy style is my shit.
The bottom is what I hit.
I didn`t eat her,
Or Rita, just beat her,
Bonita, Bonita, Bonita
Uhhhhhhh!
Verse Three: Q-Tip
Tip and Sugar Dick, blazing trails of evil.
Lawnge you got the felt `cause I sure `nough got the needle.
Now put them on the arm that pertrudes like a stick.
And live up to your name,
Mista Lawnge Sugar Dick.
As the dookie hits the fan,
Here comes the horny man
To finish up the task.
So I`m scopein out that ass.
Lawnge, she wants it,
Her hands spread the butt cheeks.
Tip plus Lawnge plus hoe equals wet sheets.
Outtro
God damn.
Yo, somebody give me,
A horny time.
Somebody give me a ho.
