We got Kool Keith gettin buckwild on that beat
That's right, Big Willie Smith in the house
We gettin biz, check it out peoples we ready to get live
Yo, let's do this y'all, rockin half show jazz
Now, blast off
She got the boots on black with that freak lingerie
I got my Heineken beer, and freaky man wanna play
Jumpin up and high, touchin tits with the hits
Pimple face, clear skin, beautiful with no zits
As I pull out my razors, I flex with the rubber
The Air Strawberry, not no fish undercover
Rollin with my fate from here to do my duty
With my soft sweet lips, the phantom tongue on the booty
Lickin around, beyond the dot that's a no-no
Buckwild gettin raw, and I'mma break solo
Out to dismiss your girls with the stomach
But honey's got a shape right with curves and I love it
Minglin down the bachelor, and I'm single
Watchin that dress for nine-ninety-nine jingle
But I'm no fool, not a jerk from the city
I'm steppin to the women, little girls act silly
25 And over, she drive a Range Rover
Droppin them drawers, for the world Casanova
Yo black, make her scream rather loud
Yo black, scopin panties in the crowd
Yo black, make her scream rather loud
Yo black, scopin panties in the crowd
Yo black, make her scream rather loud
Yo black, scopin panties in the crowd
Suckin on it, the bellybutton, I'mma give a lesson
Shootin my love drops that come from the weapon
I'mma go downtown and tap the spot crosstown
Write my name and signature, change the room temperature
Baby all in latex, you know I wanna get witcha
Back on sex, no leavin hickies on the next ho
No HBO, I'm watchin panties on the cable
Gettin that split wet, I grow like a chia pet
She ain't been worked out, her friend ain't seen nothin yet
I pull out craps, my second level leather straps
I see thumbs between fittin while the butt claps
I got the mean machine, a jar of Vaseline
Rubbin my hand down through her lace and the sticky seam
I'm on the side, yo chill, I'mma let her cock it
Like Sam Gazelle palmin balls like the Houston Rockets
Makin a move, the eye level straight at my zipper
Honey's in love, drinkin wine beggin me to whoop her
I'm in the full flesh, maybe in some cotton briefs
Super controlled, as a pro, and I won't release
Willie Biggs! I'm doin damage rockin your wigs
You adjust as I tag and wreck your whole style
Yo black, make her scream rather loud
Yo black, scopin panties in the crowd
Yo black, make her scream rather loud
Yo black, scopin panties in the crowd
Yo black, make her scream rather loud
Yo black, scopin panties in the crowd
Yo black, make her scream rather loud
Yo black, scopin panties in the crowd
Yo black, make her scream rather loud
Hold up, chewin my ear, she wants it inside
Go get my chains and rope toys out the ride
Hot like Virginia, like a pretzel I'mma bend ya
Open that tube, that Cervix spot re-extend ya
Raisin it up, she's flippin skin on the sheet again
It's two times around, the third time it gets sweet again
Grippin on your nylon, your buns grippin tight on
Your wannabe sex tapes, your black and purple light on
In a quiet storm, mackin in the college dorm
He left you freezin, Mr. Cold, I'mma leave you warm
Without a glass of ice, a pack of Kool-Aid
Slurpin on my leg, bendin down for my lemonade
You wanna watch Spike Lee, how bout another movie
Nobody knows this, but everything is groovy
With Firestone, tires on the road protection
Your tail up, I cruise and ooze in your midsection
I'm in the lead pullin hair, pumpin mega speed
Super stiff from Guinness Stout, not a bag of weed
Like Clarence Carter in the house with a long rhyme
I be strokin it, happy in butt for a long time
I'm in the mix, you smile, cause I came a long mile
Check it black, yeah
Yo black, make her scream rather loud
Yo black, scopin panties in the crowd
Yo black, make her scream rather loud
Yo black, scopin panties in the crowd
Yo black, make her scream rather loud
Yo black, scopin panties in the crowd
Yo black, make her scream rather loud
Yo black, scopin panties in the crowd
Yo black, make her scream rather loud
Yo black, scopin panties in the crowd
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