Lyrics:
Slob on my knobLike corn on the cobCheck in with meAnd do your jobLay on the bedAnd gimme headDon't have to askDon't have to begJuicy is my nameSex is my gameLet's call the boysLet's run a trainSqueeze on my nutsLick on my buttThe natural curly hairPlease don't touchFirst find a mateSecond find a placeThird find a bagTo hide the whole faceReal name groverI said bend overI started to knockThen came the odorSmelt like mushShouldn't had a wooshTold her to stopAnd take a dooshOnce she did thatI didn't want the catSo, I bailed outAnd never came backSucka nigga dicka suck (4x)My nigga, D-magicSaid he had to have itI said just forget itIt's too crappyKnow a little freakIn HollywoodSucks on dickDoes it real goodShe'll give you moneyFeel up your tummyHouse full of kidsParents all funnyOnce had a doubtBackyard groundHit it from the backEnjoyed the soundName under coverAlways used a rubberUntil I got caughtFuckin' with her motherShe blamed it on meWe fought in the streetsShe pulled out a knifeSo I had to fleeCall up the boysWent to her houseTrashed the whole placeThrew the bitch outPolice busted in'Where the niggas at?'We left just in timeAnd never came backRode through the hoodWavin' at the freaksSniffin' all the rocks.Smokin' all the geeksMade another stopPolice stationSaw a few copsDrove by and spayed themLicense tag numberA nigga said he sawFocus all the timeAnd never get caught