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(Erick Sermon) |
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Yo, at a hip-hop club was a girl I met |
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She was hot you can bet, her body dripped with sweat |
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I kicked it to her, and her name was Kim |
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She said let's jet because she was ready for the Jim |
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Browski I doubt thee E would front |
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so like a real stunt, I rolled the Blunt |
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She was ready, I could see in her face |
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She said "let's jet" we went back to her place |
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It was fat, she had a dope crib |
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She offered food, like some barbucue ribs |
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I said "No thank you" not now honey |
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How about some drink, yes some Gin Rummy |
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After that, come here and sit down |
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We put on tender Roni by Mister Bobbi Brown |
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We waste no time, it was time to do it |
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Put on some James Brown so we can get into it |
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No kinky stuff, like ropes or handcuffs |
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But when you love me please don't be ruff |
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I said "listen, I'LL BE GENTLE, I'LL BE VERY GENTLE |
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WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU, WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU. |
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...So I dipped, I abandoned ship |
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threw in the anchor like on the boat tip |
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That's what I get for trying to be a lover |
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But never judge a book, by the damm cover |
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I'm not dissing, but I don't like fishing |
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And next time, I want to know who I'm kissing |
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You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti |
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But I won't touch it until I know who's Booty |
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(Parrish Smith) |
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Well I was maxin one day just minding my own |
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Talking to E-Double on my car cellular phone |
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When I seen this fly girl clocking her looks were temptating |
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The look in her eye was the look of infatuation |
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So I put my car in park, turned my system down |
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I said "Excuse me, are you new in town" |
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She said "it's funny you asked I just got here today" |
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I said "Yo, you need a lift because I'm going that way" |
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She said "My mother always told me not to ride with strangers |
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If I did, than my life would be in danger" |
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I said "Yeah that's true, but I'm not you're everyday swinger" |
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To tell you the truth, I'm a well known singer" |
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Plus I was cold coolin |
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40 dawn in lap |
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Wings on my fingers from my fisherman hat. |
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She got in and said "Yo I never done this before" |
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I had to play my cards right to get my foot in the door. |
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She got and she said "You a medical doctor?" |
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I said "close but no cigar, I'm the microphone doctor |
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Who performs open surgery, on MC's that are willing |
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Except to try same them, I try to kill them" |
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She said "Ooh that sounds exciting, please tell me more" |
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You mean how we heinz and clock the G's or more. |
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We got to her house and her moms wasn't home |
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As we went to the room I sparked up the homegrown |
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I was with it, felling nice from Old E |
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Ready to get busy, and wax a cold booty. |
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We got to her it was time to max |
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Pulled out the Jimhat and strapped the Bozak |
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I hit the lights, and next was the sack |
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We started doing it, it was hard to produce |
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Because the booty was cold kickin like They Call Me Bruce |
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I had to cover my nose, not to ruin the mood |
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Because I know I wasn't fishing but I smelled seafood |
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Smelled like shrimp or lobster, or tuna of the sea |
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And it wasn't worth catching the A-the I-the D-to the S-oh yes |
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The S is for safe sex |
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And as I glanced at the door, you that move was next |
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But she pulled me close, and said "Let's get loose" |
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And out of nowhere I yelled "Baby did you do..." |
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She said no P, cause I'm not a swinger |
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I couldn't buy that as I smelled my forefinger |
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I was playing myself plus my style was crampped |
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I grabbed my keys and coat, and MD broke camp |
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And as I walked to the door, the girl got moody |
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I looked her eye to eye and said.. "WHO'S BOOTY" |
