Lyrics
“Hot damn girl, dat ass is bangin, God deeeezy”
Bitch you got back, bitchu bitch you got back…
Mac great, plus, ima hit ya with tha back break
Can’t wait, hot, damn, love da way yo ass shake
Girl ya booties like a big ol rump, and a phat steak
Hump, while da speakas bump, all nite makin plans late
Damn strait, trippin, ima hit ya with da, plan b
Cuz da way ya wigglin is ticklin my, fancy
Missionary style, ya dats fine and dandy
But with advanced, methods, I wreck it, Im quite, handy
Lookin for dat candy, lover, this smooth brotha
Be, stayin ready for action, with my, mag-num rubber
Ba ba back and forth, I’m paccin force, oh my
Tracc da course, my mac reports, ya so fly
After sports, my raps endorsed, Ya no why?
Cuz I got game, not a balla but, don’t try
If you cant, hang, with a real nigga, roll by
Ask ya girlfriends, bet dey no bout. 8-0, 5
Wanna see a porno, coo, we don’t need a movie
Let me hit dis doobie, then, you can meet me in thee jacuzzi
Wanna see a porno, coo, we don’t need a movie
Bangin like Guerra, girl I swear ya, got dat Vida booty
Wanna see a porno, coo, we don’t need a movie
But girl ya trippin, if ya thinking I’ma eatcha coochie
Wanna see a porno, coo, we don’t need a movie
Bangin like Guerra, girl I swear ya, got dat Vida booty
Second time, baby check da rhyme, cuz I got dat
Getting outta line, even dimes, gotta walk back
So if you bringin nuthin but drama to my area
Toten all dat extra, luggage I wont carry ya
Chickens, and hoes, ya knows, I aint scared a ya
Good for what ya good for, but neva, would I marry ya
Find out dat ya under 18, put up a barrier
Statutory, aint my thang, I aint carin ta
Thanks though, now all my legal bitches, say HO!
Ones with booties just like Vida Guerra and J Lo
Wanna put my hands all over you just like play-dough
Kinda like da man of steel with skill way mo
No my name aint simon, but when im rhyming, I say, so
Still not recanizing, ask ya homies, cuz, dey know
Like tha, voice, in da back-ground, come on
Besta lock me up and throw away da key if loves wrong
Listen to tha bass, but bitch I ain’t, whisperin
You lookin fine ho, though, so go and get ya friend
If ya nigga wanna trip, ders gonna be a incident
But if you wanna, betta believe we gon be intimate
Sing songs, knocking down ya door, with my ding dong
Love da way ass is shaking, I can see ya green thong
Nuthing but a pimp, so forgive me if I be wrong
Fucking, tryna keep it on da table, like ping pong
My eyes ching chong, high up off my beez-ong
When I take ya back ta my crib, you know I be strong
Taking off ya bra, but ya skirt, and shoes, leave on
Deep, put dat butt ta sleep, when I creep long
She moan, early in da morning, we yawning
Hungover with lust from dusk until dawning
Last night just another, number off da checklist
But I might have ta keep ha, cuz she cookin a brotha breakfast…
