| Can’t ya diggit, Honey?
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| Rated XXX
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| For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef,
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| chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth,
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| Swingin’with this here stud, you need practice,
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| i’m leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
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| I’ll leave you holdin’your swollen backside and rollin',
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| fillin’all three holes just like bowlin',
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| Don’t ask me what the price is,
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| but it’s more than your battery-operated devices,
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| And I come fully equipped,
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| with a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip,
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| For demonstrations, watch me slam her,
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| you’ll notice the sound of steady poundin',
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| Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can’t cop out,
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| i’m poundin’ya down until your eyeballs pop out,
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| I’m not your ordinary player,
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| because you’ll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya,
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| Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it,
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| or get sent right through it,
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| Bite your nipples when I lick 'em,
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| not gentle when I stick 'em, huh,
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| I’ll leave 'em lookin’like a rape victim,
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| any girl who steps to it,
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| Ends up gettin’their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart,
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| i do a damn good job,
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| That’s why —
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| Chicks are on my dick like a human shish kebab
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| Only nineteen and over permitted,
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| no matter how much young girls wanna be with it,
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| You ain’t ready for the bed,
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| you still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes’head,
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| Come back in five years,
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| when ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinkin’beers,
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| I’m hittin’hookaz by the dozen,
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| makin’ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband,
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| Givin’ya girl back spasms,
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| cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm,
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| Change the sheets? |
| Ya must be kiddin',
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| ya gotta change the whole box spring,
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| I ain’t bullshittin', you get hit with hysteria,
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| cause I’ma bury a big one inside your private area,
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| All hell is in your tush,
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| when Kool G. Rap push pushes inside this bush,
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| Anotha homegirl flinches,
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| but I got inches for all you lil’wenches,
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| The letter G is better when it comes to the letter X,
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| An’I’ma talk like sex
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| Rated XXX
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| Can’t ya diggit, Honey?
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| Rated XXX
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| Some say that I’m nasty plus,
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| hookaz are mad because they can’t outlast me,
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| Girl, you ain’t too small,
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| cause I turn your crystal to one size fits all,
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| So if you’re still confused when I’m screwin',
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| let me explain to you exactly what I’m doin',
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| Exploring your body like a biologist,
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| inventin’new ways just like a scientist,
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| Taggin’my name on your buns just like a printist,
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| while I’m hurtin’your ass just like a dentist,
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| You’re so wild I feel like I’m a zoologist,
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| stretchin’your shit more than a gynecologist,
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| I’m gonna twist your ass to death, miss,
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| and when you piss, you’ll see more stars than an astrologist,
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| G Rap is hot blooded, freakin’horny,
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| far from corny, come and jump on me,
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| I’m not small and all, I won’t break down a stall,
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| i drive the ass up the wall,
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| Nuts and everything are well in shape,
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| the only thing missin’on my dick is a cape,
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| Let’s get togetha, honey, ya never know what’s next,
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| and I’ma talk like sex,
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| Rated XXX
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| Can’t ya diggit, Honey?
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| Rated XXX
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| Big girls try to squash me,
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| but I think with my dick, honey, so come and brainwash me,
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| Hit the sack cause I ain’t jokin',
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| cause when I start pumpin’shit up, I leave it smokin',
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| So ya betta hold on tight all right,
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| cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite,
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| A stick, a trick, and it kills her,
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| i’m probably related to Long Dong Silver,
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| But it gets gooder and gooder,
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| every time I grab a hooka and I put her on my frankfurter,
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| Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip,
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| cause the only thing I’m lickin’is your ass with a whip,
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| And it’s a real freaky scene,
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| i’m hittin’girls with their heads in a guillotine,
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| Why certainly I’m squirtin',
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| bust your nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain,
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| Pushin’your head to the pillow,
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| and givin’more pleasure than a double-headed dildo,
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| A big ass gives me a hard-on,
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| but I fuck bitches with titties like Dolly Parton,
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| Time or place doesn’t matter to me, sweety,
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| i’ll fuck you on the A train while I write graffiti,
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| In a restaurant, takin’you straight to heaven,
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| in a cab or the back of 7−11,
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| Whether you’re white and the music you like is rock,
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| you can come and get some hip-hop cock,
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| Consider this dick on your clitoris,
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| but never try to flex, cause I’ma talk like sex. |