[Chorus from "Talk Like Sex" begins] ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
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Since I made the record "Talk Like Sex,"
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bitches are comin' up with their friends for a nigga to hit the skins.
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Hopin' the Kool G Rap was just makin' rhymes,
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but I'm leavin' bitches' vaginas with more stitches than Frankenstein.
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Some even had the nerve to try to give me head,
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and swallow the whole jimmy to make a nigga fed.
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But come on you bitches, don't make me laugh;
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you couldn't deep throat G Rap if you was a motherfuckin' giraffe.
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Dag, some even fled when they saw the head,
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cuz G's dick would make you seasick fuckin' me in a waterbed.
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Don't try to paly me like no sucker,
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cuz these bitches'll be callin' up Dial-a-Mattress like a motherfucker.
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You heard the song before; you don't wanna see me,
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"I'll fuck you on the A-train while I write graffiti."
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I'll even fuck you in a taxi cab,
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and after sex with a nigga you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
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Soon as you open your legs,
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no need for no birth control, bitch, cuz my dick is touchin' the eggs.
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Kool G Rap, the pussy slammer;
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hell, I'd be talkin' fucked up grammar if you was Bad Mamma Jamma.
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I ain't small, I'll have you cummin' like waterfalls,
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and then turn them sugar walls into Carnegie Hall.
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Leavin' my mark on bitches like Zorro,
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plus fuckin' bitches so def like there won't be no pussy left tomorrow.
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Hittin' hoes like it ain't funny,
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I think about bowls of Cheerios because I want my nuts and honey.
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Talkin' to all the women that look fine,
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pretendin' my prick was Moby Dick and have a whale of a time.
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Now I'm not a deep-sea diver,
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but I love it when my dick's covered and smothered with saliva.
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Shit, might even straighten out your dentures,
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because it's not just a blow job, honey, it's an adventure.
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But 69, and I ain't with that:
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I'll go to a Chinese restaurant, bitch, if I wanna eat cats.
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Because you gotta be brave to eat the tuna, G.
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So when it comes to pussy-lickin', I'm the chicken of the sea.
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I should be on the sex channel;
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not a chump cuz I'm givin' punk-bitches better humps than camels.
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If you're a virgin, I'll make it fit,
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because my dick'll pop the cherry and spit out the fuckin' pit.
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And if you're concerned, my sperm don't burn,
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and if it did, I'd give that nappy-headed ass a fuckin' perm.
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Shucks, I instruct a fuckin' lesson.
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You think it's painless? I hit the anus and fuck up your large intestines.
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Leavin' you bitches stingin' from the bangin';
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my man Jimmy got a hole in his head, but yo, that nigga's still hangin'.
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Bitch, you'd rather hump a fuckin' whole army,
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cuz even the Witness Protection Program couldn't hide this man's salami.
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You fuck around and catch a seizure,
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before I fuck a hoe I gots ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
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Lettin' saliva dribble on your nipple,
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orgasms double and triple sit ripple and turn your ass into a gripple.
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Then I see you searchin' for the swellin',
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cuz I'm-a leave a hole so big your gynecologist might fall the hell in.
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Got damn! I hit the ham right;
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honeybuns, you can ask my Three Sons, I got the Dick right out the Van Dyke.
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I'm fuckin' naked girls with fly rhymes,
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but don't push me, because that pussy will be runnin' for it's nine lives.
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I know you hookers can't refuse this,
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but dont' pick me to give no hickeys cuz I'm givin' bitches bruises.
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Yeah, I'll tear that pussy hole apart,
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for fuckin' with G Rap after dark, you'd rather jog in Central Park.
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So if you want kids before I fuck ya,
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look at the size of my dick, and you'll let out the motherfuckers.
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Shit, bitches get open like a can;
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just leave it up to G Rap, cuz I'm the neighborhood Fuck U Man...
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Fuck U Man.
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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |