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[Intro: Dres]

Listen, hon, I mean, ah, as slamming as you are and all that good stuff, it ain't doing me no good out here because...

You have too many clothes on

So why don't we just take this cab and uh, slide on uptown and uh, slip outta all of this uncomfortableness of the world around us?

Do you know what, you know what I am saying babes?

Matter of fact, uhhh...

[Verse 1: Dres]

Listen to me, honey

Ah, honey, listen here please

If sexy were a virus

Then you'd have a disease

Slamming is your styling

Let me speak for a while and

Tell you all about the grand slamming

(Why you smiling?)

Let's do the uptown slide

Don't need a transfer or auto ride

We only need a cab with us inside

Finally finally we got uptown

And when we got uptown

Honey's drawers came down

Did the audio visual

She had the residuals

Bah bah Dres, now tell me have U.N.E. Pull

I said, "Honey, uhhh," again, I said it slow

Coming out the boxers and my joint will surely grow

Then she started feeling

Yes, it was appealing

I thought of slamming girlfriend from the floor to the ceiling

We started five play

She said that she would cum

I said it wasn't four play

Because I used my thumb

Nibbled on her neck

Oh, what the heck

She said, 'One two, one two' and went down for a mike check

Her mike sounds nice, check one

Her mike sounds nice, check two

She did this 'til it was all gone

I told her to slow down

But she kept on

[Hook]

And on, and on, and on, she kept on

And on, and on, and on, she kept on

(You gotta do something about those wisdom teeth, baby)

And on, and on, and on, she kept on

Though you're sounding as good as a CD

[Verse 2: Dres]

Everything was Dolby, or rather all's okay

She was playing Frito and I play the Lay

Then I heard a knock, only to hear a voice say...

[Verse 3: Mista Lawnge]

Yo, you can't have a show without the DJ

I entered in my drawers

To show that I was live

The ho didn't believe that I was nine point five

She said, "Let me see it Lawnge, may I see it, please?"

I said, "Yeah, get a good look, drop to your knees"

I was erectified, I gave her the proof

And then I suggested a little woof woof

She was uptight, I said, 'Hon, there's nothing wrong

I'm the sugar dick daddy Mista Lawnge

Don't get offended by the position I recommended

Doggy style is my shit

The bottom is what I hit"

I didn't eat her

Or Rita, just beat her

Bonita, Bonita, Bonita

Uhhhhhhh!

[Verse 4: Q-Tip]

Tip and Sugar Dick, blazing trails of evil

Lawnge, you got the felts 'cause I sure 'nough got the needle

Now put them on the arm that protrudes like a stick

And live up to your label Mista Lawnge Sugar Dick

As the dookie hits the fan, in comes the horny man

To finish up the task, so I'm scopin' out that ass

Lawnge, she wants it

Her hands spreads the butt cheeks

Tip plus Lawnge plus the ho equals wet sheets

[Outro]

Goddamn

Yo, somebody give me

A horny time

Somebody give me a hole

Spread the ass

Just give me a hole

No, man

Somebody give me a hole

I'm gonna come in your face

Somebody give me a hole

I'm coming, in your face

Somebody give me a hole

I'm gonna come in your face

Somebody give me a hole

Bitch, just let me pee on you

Let me pee on you

Let me pee on you

Somebody give me a hole

I've got the anal tongue darts

I've got the anal tongue darts

Let me pee on you

Somebody give me a hole

Ahh...

I can't hold it no more

[Hook]

And on, and on, and on, she kept on (Repeat until fade)