Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A.D.I.D.A.S., artist - Killer Mike. Date of issue: 10.03.2003
Song language: English
A.D.I.D.A.S. |
| The way you move your sexy groove |
| I’ve got my mind all over you |
| (All day I dream about…) |
| (All day I dream about sex) |
| You say you were so sick of it |
| I’m tired of jackin’off cause you ain’t there |
| 65 Cevrolet Ipala peachy cream |
| Cruisin’down the street like two fingers |
| Cause the ivory is clean |
| Talkin''bout meetin’at the MC room |
| On the inside of the ship |
| Not a honey dip to hunt on Cause she mobile than a grip |
| Or the Blue Man Group |
| Caught out on the Vegas Strip |
| Tell em’a good game, juju pimpin' |
| Give em’to my nigga Dime Legit |
| Boss lips, legs, arms, necks |
| Hip dips, hair net, mo’stretch |
| It’s a camel toe and thats fo’sho |
| My brain is on one track |
| Like Mary Mary toss for crackle like a rock star does for smack |
| None of that but the female genatalia’s where it’s at |
| I’m a man and I demand a WO-man for that act |
| Personal preference cause I use the law of nature as a reference |
| No I don’t ever recall seein’a man turn up pregnant |
| But that’s just me From them female fantasies frolic freely |
| In my cock pit, every 30 some seconds I can’t stop it Killer Kill from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill |
| Heffers call me Black-N-Decker, I don’t screw them hoes I drill |
| I’ve been cuttin’cute lil’coochies since before the record deal |
| Catch me daydreamin''bout them, thick, medium, or slim |
| Doctors call the thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim |
| White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha |
| Nathaniel likes his white, I like mine dark as cola |
| It’s the first thing on my mind in the morn’when I roll over |
| All men young or old in the end it’s what we after |
| Even my grandpappy’s happy, he got prescribed Viagra |
| Grandaddy, grandaddy what’s happenin' |
| What’s up, what’s up this me Hey let me get about three of them blue diamonds |
| I promise I got you tomorrow |
| When I drill, I don’t spill, even if she’s on the pill |
| Keep my weapon covered, concealed, and in a shield |
| Cause I dont need that A-I-D-S |
| A D and an A missin’out my ADIDAS |
| PLUS, We don’t need no DNA mixin’between us We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush hush |
| On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters |
| But over eighteen only cause baby I’m no perv |
| From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room |
| We can jump each others bones but there’s no jumpin’brooms |
| Buffoon you are too consumed in the womb |
| It is too early for you to jump the broom, BOOM |