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[Kool Keith]
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Yeah..
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I like that little leopard furry outfit
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I love it
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You gonna get pregnant wearin that
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Put on this blindfold
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Turn around, don't look at me
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Pull your panties to the side
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I know this girl with boots on, she's turned on by wearin G-strings
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She likes her thongs with my fingers all between her cheeks
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She go-go dance, strip at clubs on the row for weeks
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Shakin her fannies, come here girl, let me fill them panties
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Spread your legs, and cock the booty, spread the pink fa-rutti
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Not Ray Moore, no matress here, baby on the floor
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With helmets and mask, and grease up in that anus fast
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Back door delivery, the mailman remember me
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Don't front now, them breasts are ready, I'ma milk the cow
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With rockets that blow, paralyze your anal sockets
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My fantasy is hidin used condoms in your pockets
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while you chill, here's a towel, plus your Massengil
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That's word like Pete Rock's, let's freshen up that funk box
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I pump like diesel fuel, stamina speed, strong as a ox
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Takin a shower, run the steam water for a hour
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That's word I'm naked you can best believe I don't fake it
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Pull off your bra straps, and jerk off on your pretty kneecaps
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Yeah..
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Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X)
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Can I see your panties girl? You wanna take em off
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Dye your hair blonde, hook up your weave and call Steve
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for the photo session (yeah..)
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[Kool Keith]
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Got my tripod set up for photographs, you get wet
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Pull my porno tapes, while you listen to Keith Sweat
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That's no joke, I do construction now your rectum's broke
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No matter how famous the anal beads are for your anus
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Your girlfriend is sloppy, a dyke, tryin to be so cocky
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I stuck a broom between her punchin coochie like I'm Rocky
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She was excited from the rip out, she pulled my tip out
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My cape is on with latex, I make vaginas flip out
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Open your rear end, with tools before you count to ten
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That's word to moo moo, know how I'm trained to move that boo boo
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Back them two boobs, you on the tape with seven dudes
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Your temperature's more beyond to sleep with Michael Jackson
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You want interviews, in locker rooms, movie action
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Camcorders R. Kelly, or Russell peein on your belly
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Smelly socks from Laker players, you can suck they jocks
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I walk in projects, and underwears on Bronx blocks
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Send Tampex FedEx while I slip on condoms you drink Beck's
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Hold up your butt right, cause Vinica can make you tight
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_All Night Long_, like Mary Jane, finger poppin girls
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Luscious drawers, I keep my penis movin in your jaws
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Swallow it baby
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Chorus 1.5X
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[Kool Keith]
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Intensive care, you're pretty, climbin on the toilet seat
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Puttin fingers in buttholes, through your cracks I defeat
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Word is bond, remove your stainfree it'll turn me on
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Put on your freaky jacket, bend over, let me smack it
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Move in your room while my penis stretch, hit the moon
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Open your back and see them buns shine when you jack up
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On Greyhound buses we can check in at a sleazy motel
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Sign contracts, and do a dirty scene, in a hotel
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Manufactured, distribution while you keep on douchein
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We'll make you a star, we'll film tonight, at this bar
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Two hundred men, wackin off, you on the tablecloth
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She's in the center dressed up, like it's cold in winter
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No domination, hide your panties in the Amtrak station
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Shoot off your load, see the Caddy comin down the road
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Baby got back, rub my hand up all up in that crack
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Nurse that breast, tittie milk can give me stimulation
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I throw your legs your perfume, give me motivation
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I drive surface.. yeah!
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Chorus 2X
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Photo Session
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