Don't be late, don't be late What it is, hoe? Or what's up? Can a nigga get in them guts? Cut you up like you ain't been cut Show your ass how to really catch a nuke Well, give me your number, and I'll call And I'll follow that ass in the mall Take you home, let you chug on my ball While I'm being tanned down your wall This your boy, Mr. Funkadelic What's the business, baby? I've been eyein' you all day in the mall, Miss Lady You lookin' good, I think I seen your ass in the hood With your friends dressed up, tryin' to front it? You could, but anyway Gonna drop a number or somethin' So I can call you later on, on the phone or somethin' Take you home, and maybe we can bone or somethin' There's no limits to what we do Cause tonight we cuttin', gut-bustin' I'm diggin' in your wall somethin' vicious With your legs to the ceiling catchin' that somethin' serious You delirious, or might I say you taste so delicious With your pretty brown skin like umming joys and kisses And you a certified head doctor Number one scholar that takes dick in the ass and won't holler Bench you over, and I'll follow you straight to the room Where it goes down lovely in the Legion of Doom What it is, hoe? Or what's up? Can a nigga get in them guts? Cut you up like you ain't been cut Show your ass how to really catch a *** Well, give me your number, and I'll call And I'll follow that ass in the mall Take you home, let you juggle my ball While I'm beatin', tearin' down your wall ***, you know the deal before a nigga ain't stealth Damn, that ass hot, seems like it gon' melt You know I give to you till you run out of breath Then bust a nut all over yourself The first time I called, you was jigglin' on my balls In the night of your jaws, I was beatin' down your walls Had your ass breakin' laws for a player was the cause And every time you seen a G, you was slippin' off your drawers I recall, I met your ass at the mall In the fall, you the one with the dress on Let me take you home, show your ass how to bust a nut Up in the guts, cut you up like you ain't been cut Up from the back, bend to the side To the front, turn around, you got no ride I smack them thighs any way that you want, man So go see about a pimp in that mall, yeah And that's for sure what it is, hoe Oh, what's up? Can a nigga get in them good? Cut you up like you ain't been cut Show your ass how to really catch a *** Well, give me your number, and I'll call And I'll follow that ass in the mall Take you home, let you juggle my balls While I'm beatin' down your walls What a penny, baby, can I get in them drawers? I like the way your hands rub against my balls Cause you the one, a nigga made us out to Kemar With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs And I owe a thirty-five with G, and your smell is unique Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in a week Oh, you a freak? I knew it from the first time I saw you The way you play with your tongue I knew right then I would call you, so what it is? They call me Superdome from the VIP And I'ma tell you like this, cause a nigga's so real And stay trill, cause all I wanna do is just drill With that ass in the air, and the pussy I kill And I feel you love to *** up on the heel Suck dick from behind and take nut in your grill So, bitch, chill, and shut your mouth just for a second While I lay this dick down on you just like I'm tending What it is, hoe? Oh, what's up? Can a nigga get in them goods? Cut you up like you ain't been cooked Show your ass how to really catch a *** Well, give me your number, and I'll call And I'll follow that ass in the mall Take you home, let you juggle my ball While I'm being tanned down your wall Thanks for watching!