Lyrics:

[Chorus]

What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up)

Can a nigga get in them guts (them guts)

Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut)

Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)

Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)

And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall)

Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)

While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah)



[Verse One]

This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby

I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady

You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood

With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could

But anyway, gone and drop a number or something

So I can call you later on,on your phone or something

Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something

It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting

I'm digging in your walls something viscious

With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious

You delirious,or might I say you taste so delicious

With your pretty brown skin, like Almond joys and kisses

And you ah certified head doctor

Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler

Bend you over and I'll follow you straight to the room

Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom



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[Verse Two]

Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped

Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt

You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe

Then bust a nut all over yourself

The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls

In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls

Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause

And every time you seen a G you was slipping off your drawers, I recall

I met your ass at the mall, in the fall

You the one with the dress on, let me take you home

Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts

Cut you up like you ain't been cut

From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front

Turn around,you got me right

I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me

So gone see about a pimp and that monkey

And that's fo' sho'



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[Verse Three]

What's the buiseness baby, can I get in them drawes

I like the way your hands rub against my balls

Cause you the one, a nigga met at south dekalb mall

With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all

135 petite, and your smell is unique

Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week

Oh, You a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you

The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you

So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville

And I'ma tell you like this, cause a nigga so real, and stay trill

Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the pussy I kill

And I feel, you love to fuck up on a hill

Suck dick from behind, and take nut in your grill

So bitch chill, and shut your mouth just for a second

While I lay this dick down on you just like I'm Teddy



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