Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ben Dova, artist - Phife Dawg.
Date of issue: 24.09.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ben Dova |
We got some sweet, we got some foul |
I’m about to break it down, check it out, let me know |
Are you ready? |
(WHAT!) Are you ready for this? |
Do you like it? |
(WHAT!) Do you like it like this? |
Are you ready? |
(WHAT!) Are you ready for this? |
Do you like it? |
(WHAT!) Do you like it like this? |
Are you ready? |
(WHAT!) Are you ready for this? |
Do you like it? |
(WHAT!) Do you like it like this? |
Are you ready? |
(WHAT!) Are you ready for this? |
Do you like it? |
(WHAT!) |
Yo, as I cruise through this ATL town, my eyes brown |
Chillin', freshly dipped when I get down |
Jarobi, tell 'em 'bout the puppy named Mutts |
Like lifestyles galore in case a chick wanna hump me |
I’m rough with mine, tell me who’s rougher |
Makin' honeys express theyself like Salt-N-Pepa |
Not sayin' that sex makes everything better |
But if all else fails, I’mma fuck that tail |
Now watch out now, damn look at your trunk |
We could take it to the rest right now and get it crunk |
Sing «Shorty Swing It My Way», it’s only right |
Turn the door, now walk it in and see the real sign of life |
Fuck a Phife, I’m on some Sean Micheals shit tonight |
On some Five Foot Freak shit, or I don’t eat shit |
But if you act right and you ain’t about games |
Then my screwin' can be longer than Nina’s last name |
Now tell me somethin' good before I hang up your friend |
Free humps and I’m out there if the shit is mad lame |
Mad lame (mad lame) mad lame (mad lame) |
Free humps and I’m out there if the shit is mad lame |
When it comes to skins ain’t no shame on my game |
Mutty orders you to (BEND OVER!) |
You can’t live with them, you just can’t live with them |
So don’t waste my time, just (BEND OVER!) |
Now if you frontin' on the tail, then you get the cold shoulder |
Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!) |
Girl, you are not gettin' younger, you are just gettin' older |
So hurry up your ass and (BEND OVER!) |
BEYATCH! |
Are you ready? |
(WHAT!) Are you ready for this? |
Do you like it? |
(WHAT!) Do you like it like this? |
Now are you ready? |
(WHAT!) Are you ready for this? |
Do you like it? |
(WHAT!) Do you like it like this? |
Are you ready? |
(WHAT!) Are you ready for this? |
Do you like it? |
(WHAT!) Do you like it like this? |
Now are you ready? |
(WHAT!) Are you ready for this? |
Do you like it? |
(WHAT!) |
Forever in the jam where the diss be lookin' laced |
Dancin' to the tunes of Cool J and Babyface |
Me and my crew, no doubt we in the place |
Ass everywhere, (Yeah son, this place is great) |
Bumped into this cutie, damn boo you lookin' straight |
Checked her backyard, can I guard that with a gate? |
Slim trim, brown skin, what’s your name? |
('Salina Kate') |
Where you from? |
('Trinidad, but I live here in the States') |
'It's only been three months but I’m searching for a mate |
Word 'round town is you love to penetrate' |
Of coarse, baby girl, what’s the deal, you want a taste? |
A stain is on your brain that could never be erased |
'Sounds good Mr. Phifer, but I hear that’s the case |
Your style be so super that you should wear a cape |
I love the way you sound on all five of your tapes |
Plus you’re always on the job like Mr. Slate' |
Of coarse her best friend just has to player hate |
And being who I am watch the Phifey hesitate |
On dissing her ass, yo Jay, look at her face |
Her motherfuckin' voice got way too much bass |
Now back your ass up off me and give me my space |
You know your fuckin' breath smell like chemical waste |
Not to mention that ass, it be way overweight |
Keep that ass out of Wendy’s and lay off them shakes |
Now back to you Salina, damn I admire your shape |
'FUCK YOU! |
Mr. Ranks you just dissed my date' |
Now what I’m supposed, scratch my head and ask why |
You know that rug munchin’s at an all-time high |
Now all these chicks today are just hot hot hot |
And me and my crew just wanna get hind, watch |
I won’t hold it against you the things that you do |
I’ll just have you know that I’m a lesbian too |
So wiggle your ass here and swing over them titties |
If you need to pay bills take your ass to Magic City |
No need to act shitty, you’re so so saditty |
If you need to pay bills then take your ass to Magic City, what what |
All you’re lookin' for all this time, money |
Well ain’t got enough time to take |
You can’t run game on a gamer! |
You can’t run game on a gamer! |
It’s Phife Diggy (What) I gets busy (What) |
Blowin' up the spot (What) Givin' back shots (Ooh! Ooh!) |
J.U.S. |
(What) You know you can’t test (What) |
Blowin' up the spot (What) Givin' back shots (Ooh! Ooh!) |
When it comes to skins ain’t no shame on my game |
Mutty orders you to (BEND OVER!) |
I’ll fuck in a Land Cruiser or a Range Rover |
Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!) |
Now if you frontin' with your ass, then you get the cold shoulder |
Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!) |
You are not gettin' younger, you are just gettin' older |
So hurry up your ass and (BEND OVER!) |
Like that y’all, to the beat y’all |
Freak freak y’all, so sweat y’all |
My name’s Malik y’all, style’s unique y’all |
No doubt y’all, I come through y’all |
Tribe all y’all. |
Phife Diggy y’all |
On the ball y’all |
And all these bitches on the way get the balls y’all |
Phife Diggy but I never fall out |
Slum Villy, got to bend over |
What what what what, all over |
Detroit Michigan, down in Angeles in CA |
Fuck that we don’t play round my way |
Long Island, we wildin' |
Yugoslavia, no doubt I’m Slav-in' 'em |