| Listen, hon, I mean, ah, as slamming as you are and all that good
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| stuff;
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| It ain’t doing me no good out here cause you got too many clothes on.
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| So why don’t we just take this cab and uh, slide on uptown and uh,
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| slip outta this uncomfortableness of the world around us. |
| Do you know
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| what, you know what I am saying babes? |
| Matter of fact uhhhhh
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| First Verse
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| Listen to me honey,
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| Ah, honey listen here please.
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| If sexy were a virus,
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| Then you have a disease.
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| Slamming is your styling
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| Let me speak for a while and
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| Tell you all about the grand slamming.
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| (Why are you smiling?)
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| Let’s do the uptown slide,
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| Don’t need a transfer or auto ride.
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| We only need a cab with us inside.
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| Finally finally we got uptown,
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| And when we got uptown,
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| Honey’s drawers came down.
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| Did the audio visual,
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| She had the residual.
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| Bah bah Dres, now tell me have U.N.E. |
| Pull.
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| I said honey uhhh, again I said it slow.
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| Coming out the boxers and my joint will surely grow.
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| Then she started feeling,
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| Yes it was appealing.
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| I thought of slamming girlfriend from the floor to the ceiling.
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| We started five play,
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| She said that she would come.
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| I said it wasn’t four play,
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| Because I used my thumb.
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| Nibbled on her neck,
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| Oh, what the heck,
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| She said, 'One two, one two’and went down for a mike check.
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| Her mike sounds nice check one.
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| Her mike sounds nice check two.
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| She did this 'till it was all gone.
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| I told her to slow down.
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| But she kept on.
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| And on, and on, and on, she kept on >repeated four times
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| (added during second line)
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| You gotta do something about those wisdom teeth baby.
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| (added during fourth line)
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| Though your sounding as good as a CD.
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| Second Verse
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| Everything was Dolby, or rather was ok.
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| She was playing Frito and I play the Lay.
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| Then I heard a knock only to hear a voice say.
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| Yo, you can’t have a show without the DJ.
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| I entered in my drawers.
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| To show that I was live.
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| The hoe didn’t believe that I was nine point five.
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| She said, 'Let me see it Lawnge, may I see it please?'
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| I said, 'Yeah, get a good look. |
| Drop to your knees.'
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| I was erectified. |
| I gave her the proof.
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| And then I suggested a little roof roof.
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| She was uptight, I said, 'Hon, there’s nothing wrong,
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| I’m the sugar dick daddy Mista Lawnge.
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| Don’t get offended by the position I recommended.
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| Doggy style is my shit.
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| The bottom is what I hit.
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| I didn’t eat her,
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| Or Rita, just beat her,
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| Bonita, Bonita, Bonita
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| Uhhhhhhh!
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| Verse Three: Q-Tip
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| Tip and Sugar Dick, blazing trails of evil.
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| Lawnge you got the felt 'cause I sure 'nough got the needle.
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| Now put them on the arm that pertrudes like a stick.
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| And live up to your name,
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| Mista Lawnge Sugar Dick.
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| As the dookie hits the fan,
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| Here comes the horny man
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| To finish up the task.
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| So I’m scopein out that ass.
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| Lawnge, she wants it,
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| Her hands spread the butt cheeks.
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| Tip plus Lawnge plus hoe equals wet sheets.
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| Outtro
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| God damn.
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| Yo, somebody give me,
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| A horny time.
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| Somebody give me a ho.
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| Spread the ass.
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| Just give me a ho.
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| No man.
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| Somebody give me a ho.
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| I’m gonna come in your face.
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| Somebody give me a ho.
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| I’m coming, in your face.
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| Somebody give me a ho.
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| I’m gonna come in your face.
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| Somebody give me a ho.
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| Bitch just let me pee on you.
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| Let me pee on you.
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| Let me pee on you.
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| Somebody give me a ho.
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| I’ve got the anal sun god.
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| I’ve got the anal sun god.
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| Let me pee on you.
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| Somebody give me a ho.
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| Ahhhhhhhh.
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| I can’t hold it no more.
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| for the two insert lines put
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| Somebody give me a ho |