A Name I Call Myself
(专辑: 93 'Til Infinity - 1993)
Ha hah... hahaha! Yo y'all wanna know about hoes? Check it out... yo Adam is the
man that got more honies than a
hive of Bees, I
skeeze, I'm pullin stunts like MacGyver And I
try to, always be patient with a
Miss But I
diss 'cause groupies always seem to make me pissed Huh, they gotta be fronting, wanting to start a
phony friendship I
never pretend, the
thing I
befriend be them hips And send dips, back to they moms with a
grin But if she's a
boo boo head I
tell no-one that I
got in Yo, skins friends I
got a
lotta, and I
gotta Bend them and then blend all the
hottie Spurts be burstin like a
mile a
minute 'Cause I
can either take it slow or yo I
wild up in it I'm pulling, yes 'cause fully dressed or threadbare they're nice I
twist my sides to tickle thighs when my head's there I
now rips sets so foul dips spread my rep I
sew the
girls up like Schweppes, so many kids might fret Afterwards I'm bouncing dips like tits on chicks Who be running track, but they be running back for more Rest assured, it's absurd for her to be on linger I
get the
finger, 'cause she can't get the
stinger Any longer, my dong can stretch and I'm stronger I
got the
daddy ding-a-ling to get you hot and bothered Get the
kinks out when my stink in the
pink shout and scream But a
second fling is but a
dream From day one I
played hoes in the
schoolyard, my tool heartless But not for dips submerging it ain't hurt men to merge in My status, from baddest to Tims, I'm pulling more hips Than gravity, and after the
skins get hit, I'm drowsing Arousing the
next dousing the
next gals in my saliva The
liver ones 'cause I
don't strive to run in no dumb females Some be swell, but, my picks so why tricks Get restricted to flicks with boo boo heads, I
screw you dead I
call myself the
man I
call myself the
man I
call myself the
man I
call myself the
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call myself the
man I
call myself the
man I
call myself the
man I
call myself the
man Niggas cling, and get attached to things on the
fluke That's insane, I
just be in and bang, get boots For gosh sakes, that broad shakes, her thang to the
whole game The
way the
labia lips hang it's a
sad shame Clapping when you're tapping, just hit the
scraps and be at 'em The
breasts sag like they're saddened The
skins are wrinkled, dry, worn, and battered Leave her shattered, she's as fly as a
maggot The
him I
am, the
man I'm him Busting skins out, I
been stout, erect Checking dips when I'm wrecking lips and clitorises Hit her with this (Boom bow bang!) Swinging from my you-know-what So you know butt cheeks are clapping Tapping the
guts on the
late with your date makes my ego flip Read those lipstick marks on my penal tip They don't lie, penis trip your dip to her thighs Fly is my description, wise, when I'm making them lips bend I
hit it, I
did it, I
admit it I
never quit it, yes, I
knock the
boots like I
was Riddick Bowe, get with it, ho, I
get with No, Boomerang broads with nasty toes Keep your corns on your husk you muskrat But if she's fly, I
try to bust that Gluteus maximus, I
wax and bust I'm taxing just to be the
mack man Plus Once I
been with women, friendship done been the
sole outcome How come skins can't work their way in? The
question resting late night at her pad and Scheming to grabbing season, 'cause she's in I
fiend, getting mad horny, transforming charges Into swinging me, seemingly hard miss Let her know that I
was on it Now I
got dibs on that crib, I'm welcome back 'cause I'm Kotter I
call myself the
man I
call myself the
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