Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Crush It, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Sex Style, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.02.1997
Record label: funky ass, Threshold
Song language: English
Don't Crush It |
| Yeah girl |
| I’ve been checkin out Big Willie Keith |
| He been trickin a lot of bills on me |
| Mmm-hmm! |
| I think I’mma show him somethin tonight |
| A lap dance I would say |
| Yeah, that’s what I’mma do |
| Yeahhhh. |
| I’m like a freak from Hunt’s Point, the Bronx and the Goat |
| Wear my drawers in tight mode, naked with no coat |
| Walkin around, I see youse about to lose her |
| That honey with white boots, and hair like Medusa |
| Brown-skin fine, I drink her body like wine |
| And throw the wax on it, and watch two cheeks shine |
| I drunk a forty, I’m up in here feelin naughty |
| I like the go-go girl, go 'head work it shorty |
| I got no time to trick, on the average girl |
| I’m in paradise, caught up, in the booty world |
| And for you regular honies, tryin to play fly |
| I ain’t no Chemical no Bank in your human eye |
| I like my spot, everybody’s butt naked |
| Pump with G-strings, watchin hot momma shake it |
| I got my beer, viewin from the back rear |
| Yo brotherman, pass it right over here |
| I got to ease off the stress, like a eight to five |
| Keepin it real vexed, them panties wanna get live |
| Change the pace up, yo Jimmy turn the bass up |
| Yea yeah yeahhhh |
| Chorus: Kool Keith + girl (repeat 2X) |
| Yo baby (whassup?) |
| Don’t crush it when you sit upon it |
| (Yo baby) whassup? |
| (Don't rush it when I sit upon it) |
| I see you scopin me, the fourth time you cut your eye |
| Let the brother to catch wreck, then tell the man goodbye |
| I’m next on the menu, runnin up and in you |
| With seven rubbers on me, don’t try to discontinue |
| We gots to bump and grind, crank up the R. Kelly |
| Delicious kickin, no leather like I’m Fonzarelli |
| I order two drinks to think, while you show me pink |
| Summer Eve breeze and WOO when it don’t stink |
| I’m in the mix, like Funky-master Flex |
| I’m shootin gizm, then after you can pick up next |
| I watch you shake it, like palm trees in California |
| Now you a lady, mature and I’m rubbin on ya |
| I got my Phantom mask, I’m on the dolo |
| I slipped in my tip in, and bone a sweetie look like Yo-Yo |
| She had a good time, knees bent in the chair |
| She said, «Get wild — I like it when you pull my hair» |
| I gave her cream, and rubbed it on her black boots |
| I see a packed house in different color body suits |
| I’m in the front row, chillin on the down low |
| Checkin her dogstyle, she’s scoped by an ass pro |
| I’m from the back kid, smooth with tons of grease |
| Denver and Texas, and Cali on back to East |
| She hittin switches, and watch she make it lowride |
| Zoot, zoot, zzzzzzzt |
| It’s three o’clock, the morning shift’s about to come |
| Watchin Goldie lapdance, that grey hiney ain’t no slum |
| I gets my workout, my slickest hand from every angle |
| She’s on the job right, cutiepie sippin Tango |
| I gotta peel for real, a hundred dollar bill |
| I’m comin straight up, and not for a breakfast meal |
| This ain’t no Burger King, this ain’t no White Castle |
| Not like some ugly girls in Bentleys tryin to give a hassle |
| I like the slot machine, bustin nuts mean |
| Slippery wet lubrication like Valvoline |
| I’m pullin nylon, yo dead up G, to the side |
| Feelin soft flesh, I’m hard, I’mma let her ride |
| Jump up and down, get live like House of Pain |
| Leavin em so wet, the silk with a tan stain |
| I reach a climax, she’s happy with her orgasms |
| Go on girl! |