Song | La Menage |
Artist | Black Sheep |
Album | A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : McLean, Q Tips, Titus | |
(feat. Q-Tip) | |
(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 (x4) | |
(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. | |
Spread the ass. | |
Just give me a ho. | |
No man. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
I'm gonna come in your face. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
I'm coming, in your face. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
I'm gonna come in your face. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
Bitch just let me pee on you. | |
Let me pee on you. | |
Let me pee on you. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
I've got the anal sun god. | |
I've got the anal sun god. | |
Let me pee on you. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
Ahhhhhhhh. | |
I can't hold it no more. | |
(Chorus) | |
(for the two insert lines put) | |
Somebody give me a ho |
zuo ci : McLean, Q Tips, Titus | |
feat. QTip | |
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 x4 | |
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: QTip | |
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. | |
Spread the ass. | |
Just give me a ho. | |
No man. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
I' m gonna come in your face. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
I' m coming, in your face. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
I' m gonna come in your face. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
Bitch just let me pee on you. | |
Let me pee on you. | |
Let me pee on you. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
I' ve got the anal sun god. | |
I' ve got the anal sun god. | |
Let me pee on you. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
Ahhhhhhhh. | |
I can' t hold it no more. | |
Chorus | |
for the two insert lines put | |
Somebody give me a ho |
zuò cí : McLean, Q Tips, Titus | |
feat. QTip | |
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 x4 | |
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: QTip | |
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. | |
Spread the ass. | |
Just give me a ho. | |
No man. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
I' m gonna come in your face. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
I' m coming, in your face. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
I' m gonna come in your face. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
Bitch just let me pee on you. | |
Let me pee on you. | |
Let me pee on you. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
I' ve got the anal sun god. | |
I' ve got the anal sun god. | |
Let me pee on you. | |
Somebody give me a ho. | |
Ahhhhhhhh. | |
I can' t hold it no more. | |
Chorus | |
for the two insert lines put | |
Somebody give me a ho |