| Uhh, yeah. |
| mmm, c’mon
|
| You know how long I’ve been waiting for this
|
| Mmm, you know how bad I want this
|
| (mmm, mmm, mmm)
|
| + (LL)
|
| Kiss me from (uhh) head to toe (I will)
|
| Oooh baby, I love you so (c'mon)
|
| My sweet love, ain’t gon' stop (uh)
|
| I’m gon' be, your lollipop (lollipop)
|
| Kiss me from, head to toe
|
| Oooh baby, I love you so (I know)
|
| My sweet love, ain’t gon' stop
|
| I’m gon' be, your lollipop
|
| Lolli-lolli-pop-pop, boppin down the block-block
|
| I’ve been lovin you since junior high, ma you got
|
| Everything I need, everything I want
|
| You’re the type of dime a real player wanna flaunt
|
| Lovin them lips and the shape of them hips
|
| When I see you in that whack brother’s whip, I FLIP
|
| I hate your boyfriend, that cat is corny
|
| I kick it to you and I dare that clown to run up on me
|
| When nights are stormy I be thinkin about your pretty smile, gritty style
|
| But duke got you locked down like Riker’s Isle
|
| I wanna break your man off, I can’t control it, I’m a hater
|
| Especially, when your perfume lingers inside the elevator
|
| You’re the one, the only one
|
| That I would beg, to give me some
|
| Playerism’s for life, eternal flossin, proceed with caution
|
| Baby toss him, divorce him, let the boss in
|
| w/ variations
|
| So ballalistic, mystic, twisted
|
| In my dreams I kissed it, never missed it, I frisked it
|
| Searched it, worked it, lollipopped it and jerked it
|
| You followed, swallowed, scratch my back, baby burped it
|
| Red Passion, high fashion
|
| Nobody got to know I’m smashin, I’m sayin shorty
|
| Rock, Miss Thang, playin childish games
|
| Standin on the corner knowin damn well I wanna blaze
|
| Sweet get to it anywhere you like
|
| On the rooftop, at midnight
|
| The project stairs, I’ll be there
|
| Runnin my fingers through your hair
|
| Anyway, the untouchable, magnetic
|
| Kissable loveable huggable energetic, call a medic
|
| Your man’ll regret it, when I hit it I’m athletic
|
| Energize your thighs you’ll recognize the size
|
| It’s epidemic.
|
| w/ variations
|
| When y’all alone in the Brooklyn brownstone
|
| Starin at the high ceiling, what a feeling
|
| Clothes peeling, finally you’re double dealing
|
| I’m walkin, he’s wheeling, it’s unreal when
|
| You got the dime of your fantasies
|
| My lollipop ecstasy’s on top of me
|
| Just like I thought, it’s a small world after all
|
| I don’t care if your neighbors hear us down the hall
|
| Make 'em jealous, what they gon' tell us?
|
| If you don’t tell your girls baby, I won’t tell the fellas
|
| If you don’t plea, I orchestrated icebergisms
|
| Visions of my lollipop’s thick risen, for my wisdom
|
| Plop plop fizzdom, what I give them
|
| Make — yea baby, right there — my new anthem
|
| I love you baby, take it deep deep deep
|
| Deep deep deep, now go to sleep
|
| w/ variations |