[Chorus]
What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up)
Can a n**** get in them guts (them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut)
Show your a** how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)
Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
And I'll follow that a** in the mall (in the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)
While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah)
[Verse One]
This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady
You looking good, I think I seen your a** in the hood
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could
But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
So I can call you later on,on your phone or something
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting
I'm digging in your walls something viscious
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious
You delirious,or might I say you taste so delicious
With your pretty brown skin, like I'm enjoying your kisses
And you ah certified head doctor
Number one staller that takes d*** in the a** and won't holler
Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room
Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom
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[Verse Two]
S**t, you know the deal before a n**** even stepped
Damn that a** hot, seems like it's gone melt
You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe
Then bust a nut all over yourself
The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls
In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls
Had your a** breaking laws for a player was the cause
And every time you seen a G you was slipping off your drawers, I recall
I met your a** at the mall, in the fall
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home
Show your a** how to buss a nut, up in the guts
Cut you up like you ain't been cut
From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front
Turn around,you got me right
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me
So gone see about a pimp and that monkey
And that's fo' sho'
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[Verse Three]
What's the buiseness baby, can I get in them drawes
I like the way your hands rub against my balls
Cause you the one, a n**** met at south dekalb mall
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all
135 petite, and your smell is unique
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week
Oh, You a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you
The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you
So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville
And I'ma tell you like this, cause a n**** so real, and stay trill
Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that a** in the air, and the p***y I kill
And I feel, you love to f**k up on a hill
Suck d*** from behind, and take nut in your grill
So b**** chill, and shut your mouth just for a second
While I lay this d*** down on you just like I'm Teddy
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