Blak Pudd'n Lyrics
| Song | Blak Pudd'n |
| Artist | SWV |
| Album | It's About Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : King | |
| Boy, be quite, follow me and tip toe | |
| Don't wanna make too much noise | |
| Sneaking in your window | |
| So pull down the shades | |
| 'Cause my neighbors are kind of nosy | |
| Comfy, cosy, now off with the clothes-y | |
| Can I get a witness? Betta fitness | |
| Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right | |
| Lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings | |
| In my ear to get my hormones in gear | |
| Now, mamma's little baby loves toast and jam | |
| Melts in your mouth but not in your hand | |
| Black pudd'n | |
| Separates the boys from the men | |
| You can knock all day Jehovah but you can't get in | |
| Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that | |
| And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back | |
| Now, I may not be a lady but I'm surely all woman | |
| So check it, the proof is in the pudd'n | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? | |
| I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n | |
| Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that | |
| Yeah ain't that a fact, pull out your spoon | |
| And let's begin the mixing, always in the bedroom | |
| Never in the kitchen you can get busy | |
| With your head beneath the blanket | |
| Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked 'cause women in the 90's | |
| Want more from a brother than a part-time lover | |
| Who's wack undercover, so brother, do your duty | |
| When it comes to the bedroom, don't let him eat the pudd'n | |
| If he ain't got the head room | |
| So, dip, D I P, dive if you wanna be a diver | |
| Sport a helmet with a light like an old gold miner | |
| No need to taste test the puddn's always fresh | |
| So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess | |
| Can I get my spoon in, no way | |
| Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play bingo | |
| Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo | |
| What about Atlanta? [unverified] than Santa | |
| Saturday night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana Dan-a | |
| So, Holy Molly | |
| ([Unverified]) | |
| Can I get my spoon in, no way | |
| Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play bingo | |
| Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo | |
| What about Atlanta? [unverified] than Santa | |
| Saturday night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana Dan-a | |
| So, Holy Molly | |
| ([Unverified]) | |
| Can I get my spoon in, no way | |
| Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play bingo | |
| Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo | |
| What about Atlanta? [unverified] than Santa | |
| Saturday night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana Dan-a | |
| So, Holy Molly | |
| ([Unverified]) | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? | |
| I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n | |
| Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a taste | |
| I know that you love it from the smile on your face | |
| Up and down like a slinky, let's get kinky | |
| The cream in the middle of a Twinkie | |
| 'Cause I likes my men cot diesel | |
| And if you're unleaded then nigga, just forget it | |
| You can't rub my back, or kiss my neck either | |
| With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever | |
| Undercover lover, in between the sheets | |
| As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the beat | |
| Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky | |
| Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves Minne | |
| But I have getting hickies on my neck in the summer | |
| 'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer | |
| I heats up the mike 'til your blood pressure rises | |
| It ain't the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises | |
| Pull out your spoon, and let us begin | |
| But if you front on the pudd'd | |
| You might not get your spoon in |
| zuo ci : King | |
| Boy, be quite, follow me and tip toe | |
| Don' t wanna make too much noise | |
| Sneaking in your window | |
| So pull down the shades | |
| ' Cause my neighbors are kind of nosy | |
| Comfy, cosy, now off with the clothesy | |
| Can I get a witness? Betta fitness | |
| Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right | |
| Lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings | |
| In my ear to get my hormones in gear | |
| Now, mamma' s little baby loves toast and jam | |
| Melts in your mouth but not in your hand | |
| Black pudd' n | |
| Separates the boys from the men | |
| You can knock all day Jehovah but you can' t get in | |
| Maybe you can get a scoop, if you' re really all of that | |
| And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back | |
| Now, I may not be a lady but I' m surely all woman | |
| So check it, the proof is in the pudd' n | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? | |
| I wanna get a taste of your pudd' n | |
| Must be JellO, ' cause pudd' n don' t jiggle like that | |
| Yeah ain' t that a fact, pull out your spoon | |
| And let' s begin the mixing, always in the bedroom | |
| Never in the kitchen you can get busy | |
| With your head beneath the blanket | |
| Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked ' cause women in the 90' s | |
| Want more from a brother than a parttime lover | |
| Who' s wack undercover, so brother, do your duty | |
| When it comes to the bedroom, don' t let him eat the pudd' n | |
| If he ain' t got the head room | |
| So, dip, D I P, dive if you wanna be a diver | |
| Sport a helmet with a light like an old gold miner | |
| No need to taste test the puddn' s always fresh | |
| So, brothers, wear a bib if you' re gonna make a mess | |
| Can I get my spoon in, no way | |
| Now I eats more pudd' n than old folks play bingo | |
| Parker Lewis can' t lose in Santa Domingo | |
| What about Atlanta? unverified than Santa | |
| Saturday night, I' m liver than Roseanaana Dana | |
| So, Holy Molly | |
| Unverified | |
| Can I get my spoon in, no way | |
| Now I eats more pudd' n than old folks play bingo | |
| Parker Lewis can' t lose in Santa Domingo | |
| What about Atlanta? unverified than Santa | |
| Saturday night, I' m liver than Roseanaana Dana | |
| So, Holy Molly | |
| Unverified | |
| Can I get my spoon in, no way | |
| Now I eats more pudd' n than old folks play bingo | |
| Parker Lewis can' t lose in Santa Domingo | |
| What about Atlanta? unverified than Santa | |
| Saturday night, I' m liver than Roseanaana Dana | |
| So, Holy Molly | |
| Unverified | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? | |
| I wanna get a taste of your pudd' n | |
| Proof is in the pudd' n, so come get a taste | |
| I know that you love it from the smile on your face | |
| Up and down like a slinky, let' s get kinky | |
| The cream in the middle of a Twinkie | |
| ' Cause I likes my men cot diesel | |
| And if you' re unleaded then nigga, just forget it | |
| You can' t rub my back, or kiss my neck either | |
| With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever | |
| Undercover lover, in between the sheets | |
| As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the beat | |
| Brothers love the pudd' n like Lucy loves Ricky | |
| Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves Minne | |
| But I have getting hickies on my neck in the summer | |
| ' Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer | |
| I heats up the mike ' til your blood pressure rises | |
| It ain' t the kind of pudd' n Bill Cosby advertises | |
| Pull out your spoon, and let us begin | |
| But if you front on the pudd' d | |
| You might not get your spoon in |
| zuò cí : King | |
| Boy, be quite, follow me and tip toe | |
| Don' t wanna make too much noise | |
| Sneaking in your window | |
| So pull down the shades | |
| ' Cause my neighbors are kind of nosy | |
| Comfy, cosy, now off with the clothesy | |
| Can I get a witness? Betta fitness | |
| Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right | |
| Lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings | |
| In my ear to get my hormones in gear | |
| Now, mamma' s little baby loves toast and jam | |
| Melts in your mouth but not in your hand | |
| Black pudd' n | |
| Separates the boys from the men | |
| You can knock all day Jehovah but you can' t get in | |
| Maybe you can get a scoop, if you' re really all of that | |
| And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back | |
| Now, I may not be a lady but I' m surely all woman | |
| So check it, the proof is in the pudd' n | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? | |
| I wanna get a taste of your pudd' n | |
| Must be JellO, ' cause pudd' n don' t jiggle like that | |
| Yeah ain' t that a fact, pull out your spoon | |
| And let' s begin the mixing, always in the bedroom | |
| Never in the kitchen you can get busy | |
| With your head beneath the blanket | |
| Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked ' cause women in the 90' s | |
| Want more from a brother than a parttime lover | |
| Who' s wack undercover, so brother, do your duty | |
| When it comes to the bedroom, don' t let him eat the pudd' n | |
| If he ain' t got the head room | |
| So, dip, D I P, dive if you wanna be a diver | |
| Sport a helmet with a light like an old gold miner | |
| No need to taste test the puddn' s always fresh | |
| So, brothers, wear a bib if you' re gonna make a mess | |
| Can I get my spoon in, no way | |
| Now I eats more pudd' n than old folks play bingo | |
| Parker Lewis can' t lose in Santa Domingo | |
| What about Atlanta? unverified than Santa | |
| Saturday night, I' m liver than Roseanaana Dana | |
| So, Holy Molly | |
| Unverified | |
| Can I get my spoon in, no way | |
| Now I eats more pudd' n than old folks play bingo | |
| Parker Lewis can' t lose in Santa Domingo | |
| What about Atlanta? unverified than Santa | |
| Saturday night, I' m liver than Roseanaana Dana | |
| So, Holy Molly | |
| Unverified | |
| Can I get my spoon in, no way | |
| Now I eats more pudd' n than old folks play bingo | |
| Parker Lewis can' t lose in Santa Domingo | |
| What about Atlanta? unverified than Santa | |
| Saturday night, I' m liver than Roseanaana Dana | |
| So, Holy Molly | |
| Unverified | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? | |
| Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? | |
| I wanna get a taste of your pudd' n | |
| Proof is in the pudd' n, so come get a taste | |
| I know that you love it from the smile on your face | |
| Up and down like a slinky, let' s get kinky | |
| The cream in the middle of a Twinkie | |
| ' Cause I likes my men cot diesel | |
| And if you' re unleaded then nigga, just forget it | |
| You can' t rub my back, or kiss my neck either | |
| With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever | |
| Undercover lover, in between the sheets | |
| As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the beat | |
| Brothers love the pudd' n like Lucy loves Ricky | |
| Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves Minne | |
| But I have getting hickies on my neck in the summer | |
| ' Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer | |
| I heats up the mike ' til your blood pressure rises | |
| It ain' t the kind of pudd' n Bill Cosby advertises | |
| Pull out your spoon, and let us begin | |
| But if you front on the pudd' d | |
| You might not get your spoon in |
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