Who's Booty

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]

Yo, at a hip-hop club was a girl I met

She was hot, you can bet, her body dripped with sweat

I kicked it to her, and her name was Kim

She said let's jet 'cause she was ready for the Jim

Browski, I doubt the E would front

So like a real stunt, I rolled the blunt

She was ready, I could see it in her face

So we stepped and went right to her place

It was fat, she had a dope crib

She offered food like some barbeque ribs

I said "No, thank you, not now, honey

How about some drink? Yes, some gin rummy"

"After that, come here and sit down"

We put on tender "Roni" by Mister Bobbi Brown

We waste no time, it was time to do it

Put on some James Brown so we can get into it

No kinky stuff like ropes or handcuffs

But when you love me, please don't be rough

I said, "Listen, I'll be gentle

I'll be very gentle

When I'm loving you

When I'm loving you

So I dipped, I abandoned ship

Threw in the anchor like on the boat tip

That's what I get for trying to be a lover

But never judge a book by its damn cover

I'm not dissing and don't like fishing

And next time, I wanna know who I'm kissing

You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti

But I won't touch it until I know who's booty

[Versee 2: Parrish Smith]

Well, I was maxin' one day, just minding my own

Talking to E-Double on my car cellular phone

When I seen this fly girl clocking her looks were temptation

The look in her eye was the look of infatuation

So I put my car in park, turned my system down

I said, "Excuse me, are you new in town?"

She said "it's funny you asked I just got here today"

I said "Yo, you need a lift? Because I'm going that way"

She said "My mother always told me not to ride with strangers

And if I did, then my life would be in danger"

I said "Yeah, that's true, but I'm not your everyday swinger

To tell you the truth, I'm a well known singer"

Plus I was cold coolin', forty dog in lap

Rings on my fingers from my fisherman hat

She got in and said "Yo I never done this before"

I had to play my cards right to get my foot in the door

I said, "Yeah, my name is Parrish, but they call me MD

For the way I hold the mic and slay MCs"

She was lost and replied, "You a medical doctor?"

I said, "Close, but no cigar, I'm the microphone doctor

Who performs open surgery on MCs who are willing

Except to try and save them, I try to kill 'em"

She said, "Ooh, that sounds exciting, please tell me more"

You mean how we pack the Heinz and clock the G's or more?

We got to her house and her moms wasn't home

As we went to the room, she sparked up the homegrown

I was with it, feeling nice from Old E

Ready to get busy and wax a cold booty

We got to her room it was time to max

Pulled out the Jim hat and strapped the Bozak

I hit the lights and next was the sack

We started doing it, it was hard to produce

Because the booty was cold kickin' like They Call Me Bruce

I had to cover my nose, not to ruin the mood

Because I knew I wasn't fishing, but I smelled seafood

Smelled like shrimp or lobster or tuna of the sea

And it wasn't worth catching the A to I to D

To the S oh yes, the S is for safe sex

And as I glanced through the door, yo, that move was next

But then she pulled me close and said, "Let's get loose"

When out of nowhere I yelled, "Baby, did you do—"

She said, "No, P, 'cause I'm not a swinger"

I couldn't buy that as I smelled my forefinger

I was playing myself plus my style was cramped

I grabbed my keys and coat, and MD broke camp

And as I walked to the door, the girl got moody

I looked her eye to eye and said, "Who's booty?"