Put 'em On The Glass
(专辑: Chief Boot Knocka - 1994)
"C'mon now" [repeated] [Verse 1] Got 'em up, yeah my Taliano, not many brothers is rollin in Diablos Hittin the
hard rock, to finish my work spot I'm lookin for females to cop (yeah) You thinkin past me, I'm rollin up a
five point O
like pimps on ho, G
And I'm sittin in third, I'm never on swerve, to the
right I
merge Now I'm patrollin and I'm lookin for a
skirt, this thing I'm holin I
still got game ain't a
damn thing change I
spot ten V's in the
left lane Eye contact is on, I'm rollin down windows pointin at thongs And she's poppin them buttons and yankin that blouse Girl let it all out! And that's what she did, baby ain't no kid 36 D's a
make a
man skid I'm puttin in work on the
freeway pass Cause she put 'em on the
glass (yeah) [Break: w/ ad libs] Put 'em on the
glass .. Put 'em on the
glass, girl Put 'em on the
glass [Verse 2] Yes he's kinky, weenie and jinky Got fresh rock on his pinkie He gets paid to stay laid My copycats fade, evade to unpaid who's stay played Girls when I'm on the
freeway Cats jumpin in, givin me leeway And then drop them things on the
dash This Porsche is quick so don't try to run fast At speed I
got a
need to see you breathe And proceed with the
kinky tease Indecent exposure can't hold ya, it's makin you bolder Cause baby is a
Mix-A-Lot soldier But lusting is on balls Everybody's beggin to get into your draws What's makin you hit brown? +Baby Got Back+ or (shake it up and down) You can follow me home cause this bone is on full blown Straight growin all night long I
like my females nasty Never try to drive straight past me Just get in the
left lane and show me your insane And fill up the
window with fangs Puttin niggaz on skids, jump out and straight crash Cause she put 'em on the
glass [Break: w/ ad libs] [scratched] [Verse 3] How many times will you play this before your ban this, I
heard Mix so I
can't stand this But I
got a
family, lovin this scandalous rap Guess who I
got layin on the
canvas D-R R-I-C-H-A-R-D Hard from the
three way party Baby them things is workin Fillin up the
passenger window with Jergens You hit the
gas I
hit my drool Baby can I
get with you? Rush the
blood 'til the
glass gets dressed Obsessed with the
ways you express yourself Some say I
only rap about wealth But baby can I
talk about your health? Lungs, lungs, motherfuckin lungs Get a
brother oh so strung I'm lovin this window draftin The
whole right lane is draftin Offend me, offend me, you can freak me if your friendly B
double O B
S, straight sittin in the
window I'd rather kiss them than indo And if you see me on the
freeway, baby don't pass Slow down and put 'em on the
glass [Break: w/ ad libs] Put 'em on the
glass Put 'em on the
glass, girl Put 'em on the
glass Now shake them titties .. Shake 'em .. Put 'em on the
glass .. Put 'em on the
glass