Tical 0 : The prequel
Now that I got you in the mood, it's way past time
You should do, cuz I'm the best thing since cooked food
Holla at your frog, I be at the Lilly pad, near the log
And let me drop it off in them drawers
Baby doll, her gooders were sugar walls
That talk back to ya, like "Nigga, you should of called"
Word, the kid got a thing for big curves
Might find him down on Sesame Street with Big Birds
Big pimpin', all thangs is all game
So fine with her beautiful mind, she all brain
A head doctor, get it poppin' like Reddenbacher
Chicks call me Gravel Pit dick, the bed rocker
Big John Studd'er, muthafuck who fuck motha
Got you covered like Magnum XL rubber
Easy, does ya, but we never love her
Get down for the get down, girls, throw up your W's, oh!
Give me one reason to stop, teasin'
Cuz I know you got good sex for me
Tell me what comes next for me
Hey ladies, aw, baby, y'all all crazy
And freaks for some grade A meat, it's all gravy
From sun down to sun up, I stay on the bone
Like I'm creepin' on the come up, get it, got it, I'm gone
Now I got hun, ridin' shotgun, windows half way done, cuz she a hot one
Love it when them chicks, pop shit, and pop gum
My team cuttin', but we ain't cuffin', finger fuckin', everything cluckin'
Baby, I'm frost bitten, iceberg slimmin', the black women
When Three's Company, ass pigeon, who Jack trippin'
Man listen, money slippin', is honey dippin'
And if she come up missin', don't worry, she wear pimpin'
You gotta be, down with the cause, before you come down with the drawers
How many of y'all down with menage?
Let's make this understood, if it's three A.M., then all to the good
It don't matter if she hood or she Hollywood, oh!
What do you expect from me?
I know it from false promises, and love and affection *That's good ma'*
There's somethin' about you, that's got me goin' *uh-huh*
But is it worth, not knowin' if, you're gonna be around *yeah yeah now*
Now, now, who the fuck is your daddy, and who your king, girl?
Are you unhappily married? Don't see no ring, girl
Soul sister, can't get ya, the hell with ya
At the Player's Ball, Cinderella lost her Chanel slipper
Now that's flavor, neighbor, shake what your momma gave ya
Who stickin' moves like Layla? Call you manana, later
I love the misbehavior, no minor, miss you major
No finer chick can fade ya, God bless the bitch that made ya