Por favor, hey, I got my reasons, man, for kiss the door, respect the door, that's everything I say, you know what I'm saying, you're a very pretty girl, you know, it's a lie, I bet your attitude makes you as ugly as a motherfucker, but * him, that's what I'm talking about, I ain't about that, you really need to tighten that * up, about what's real, what's real, how you think you feel, sugar, let's fix yourself, you know everything is everything,
cause you're gonna be one nigga, that might just, that's a lie too, just ask the girl, you a slap on your ass, holy *, pimping me, you a * fucker, what's going on, it's 10, 15, up in the AM, scratch your back, cough the phlegm, I hear the phone ringing, I wipe the sleep from the tear ducts, phones ringing, sun's blazing through the curtains, ignore the phone calls, pay your bills, check the number, it's 416-KCT-2264, the three means for me to go and call back immediately,
I call back.
Back in I.D. myself as a chisnocker
What up, partner?
I got a little story to tell
About this heavy chicken-headed brown-eyed fatale
Nipples like pickles
Did a well to the dell
Spinning in the background
All I could hear was wedding bells
Cause the crotch had me locked on pussy detention
Forgot to mention asscheats was heavy
Broke my suspension
And even got to say what happened
Her body language spoke a new form of rapping
Pussy so tight she grabbed my dick with it
And started clapping
When we was done she said,
Thank you, sugar
I analyze her barbed wire tattoos
Round her ankle
Would've taken the time to study it
Before I hit it
Was killing to get in it
So I choked to peep the G
Right after we done did it
I'm telling you this
Cause I'm the sweet pussy critic
I reminisce on ass, pussy, tits
And thick lips all over my long brick
You the *, brown eyes
You the *'s what I said
I see you doing movies
Getting all up in my nigga's head
Peep what I said
You the bomb and my mind is caught
But listen, the dick is long
But the time is short
It's you I'm dissing
You pissing in the wind, sugar
I'm ice cold
You ain't never gonna win, sugar
I'm twice as bold than the average
Pussy chasing
Look who you facing
I read your body language
Now please get out my basement
Cut out some *, nigga
I bet you if you wanted to
You'd make that pussy drip like yours
Snob box up in the winter
But watch your picture
I knew this trick that was similar to yours
With the tits that stood up
Just like the lights up on the 89 Accord
As sharp as a sword
With these nipples like Guinness
I was light for my brown
Cause I was picking to get in it
Body looks stolen from my Stacey Dash mold
If you seen the hold on that ass *
The cactus had my brain blitzed
Like I'm smoking L's up in the stairs
My pipe is getting full with the liquid
Yo, I wanted to unload and make it spread
Like forward milk on the floor
Had me rocked it if I stood up
Her shoulders being tapped
Yo, I'm fiending for the cat
I wonder if she'll feel me
I'm breaking through my jeans
Lips looking mad
Big like she would suck the green
Off army fatigue
Body smooth like a GS3
Double f*** on her body
I would do
She could take the chis right out the knock
To this you get the rock
More tricks in the sea for the chises
Really, you see you just pissing in the wind sugar
I'm ice cold
You ain't never gonna win sugar
I'm twice as bold in the average
Pussy chasing
Look who you facing
I read your body language
Now please get out my face man
Les Conquistadores
Chocolate

I bring it back to you
Give him back man
Let me double this
Yeah
Since Pisces and Aries
Are such freaks
They would sing this song
Here goes a little something like this
Check it out
If f***ing you is wrong
I don't wanna be right
Never end my life
Move over
Move over
One more time
Yeah, * you is wrong
I don't wanna be right
Never in my life
Ooh, ooh, ooh