Blak Pudd'n

[Verse 1] Boy, be quiet, follow me and tiptoe Don't wanna make too much noise, sneakin' in your window So pull down the shades 'cause my neighbors are kind of nosy Comfy, cozy, now off with the clothes-y Can I get a witness? Body like fitness Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right Mm, lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings In my ear to put my hormones in gear Now mama's little baby loves toast and jam Melts in your mouth but not in your hands (Black puddin') Separates the boys from the men You can knock all day, Jehovah, but you can't get in Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back Now I may not be a lady, but I'm surely all woman So check it, the proof is in the puddin' (Hey) [Chorus] Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? I wanna get a taste of your pudding [Bridge] Must be Jell-O, 'cause puddin' don't jiggle like that Yeah, ain't that a fact? [Verse 2] Pull out your spoon and let's begin the mixin' Always in the bedroom, never in the kickity-kitchen You can get busy with your head beneath the blanket Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked 'Cause women in the 90s want more from a brother Than a part-time lover who's whack undercover So brothers, do your duty when it comes to the bedroom (Don't let him eat the puddin' if he ain't got the head room) So, dip, dip, dive if you wanna be a diver Sport the helmet with a light like an old gold miner No need to taste test, the puddin's always fresh So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess [Chorus] Can I get my spoon in? No way Yo, can I get my spoon in? No way Yo, can I get my spoon in? No way I'd really pay you Tuesday for some puddin' today [Verse 3] Now I eats more puddin' than old folks play bingo (Play bingo) Parker Lewis can't Lose in Santa Domingo (Domingo) What about Atlanta? (Atlanta) Shoots more gift than Santa (Than santa) On Saturday night, I'm liver than Rosanne Rosanna-Danna So, holy moly, a bear hug couldn't hold me Play ring-around-the-rosie in Beverly Hills with Axel Foley Jumpin' Jiminy, I express nativity Here I come, here I come like Santa down the chimney Girls think I'm neat-o, they're grabbing my torpedo I get frantic like the Pink Panther swattin' a mosquito Duh-dun, duh-dun, I guess it's 'cause I'm handsome So give the finger to Orville Redenbacher and his grandson [Interlude] Oh, uh (Hey) Oh, uh Oh, uh Oh, uh (Hey) Oh, uh Oh, uh [Chorus] Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? I wanna get a taste of your puddin' [Verse 4] Proof is in the puddin', so come get a taste I know that you love it from the smile on your face Up and down like a slinky, let's get kinky The cream in the middle of a Twinkie 'Cause I like my men cocked, diesel And if you're unleaded then nigga, just forget it You can't rub my back or kiss my neck either With your sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever Undercover lover, in between the sheets As the bed springs creaks, while I rips up the beat 'Cause brothers love the puddin' like Lucy loves Ricky Joanie loves Chachi, or Mickey loves Minnie But I hate gettin' hickies on my neck in the summer 'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer [Outro] I heats up the mic 'til your blood pressure rises It ain't the kind of puddin' Bill Cosby advertises Pull out your spoon and let us begin But if you front on the puddin', you might not get your spoon in