well i ain´t sweet sweet oochie coochie moody
brown-skinned cutie with a big bootie
and two big tootie-toots up front, check it
your butt-naked premonitions have been dissed
mr. me-being-a-ho has just drifted into the abyss
so we won´t twist up like pretzels
and set your sights on a bona-fide ho requisites
if any of these sentences have you confused
i´ll make it simple just for you, check it

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no, you can´t get my number
no, i´m not going home with you after the jam
check it out - emphatically no

[next verse, time to make your head burst]

baby, i just met you
how could you expect me to respect you
and lay next to you in the bedroom?
and let you boom-boom pow-pow with my face down
just because you think i´m cute?
i got suped boots and all of your pursuits
have led to the bed so we can go dilla
so we can go loup-de-lay
i´m not your baby, i don´t wanh-wanh
you pitiful excuse for a house-trained pet
you´re just stress and aggravation
just because you said come over
don´t mean i wanna smell your stinkin´ breath
so...

chorus

listen, mister, you may possess to be in
yes, we could be friends or perhaps we could go out on a date
then again...no
cuz you get no wins for salt-n-pepa
we´re more than just a pair of flavored skin (??)
??? grand finale
we´re on our way to cali first-class
so miss, i truely wish you would dash
and stop rubbin´ up on my buttcheeks
see...

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hell no, now bust it
yes, i´d like a drink, but i don´t think
that you can get me drunk enough to lay with your skunk
on your patch armpits, make me wanna hot spit
hot spa-doohy, groovy guy you´re not
glances at my chest
freshie, you´re lusting for my flesh
slow like a mole that can´t find his hole
float cousin, the hornets keep buzzin´ as i say...

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