Shake A Leg #2
Listening at platinum HIP HOP and it don’t stop
It’s on the tip top and of course cream of the crop
The music steams a lot have a load of strife
In my thug mode of life but on a road nice
In the club to get a wet chick have purpose and plan
blinging like Barnum and Ringling but not a circus man
Wanna true hug over due for love in an illegal manner
Scratch my head wearing a feeble blue true bandana
Want to rub a cutie with booty it’s my duty like Anna
Nicole behold in Playboy magazines doing the coco cabaña
See a girl fine back but her mind act sluggish fashion is major
A brown cutie with a round booty got passion and Flavor
Lips a boss red want her across a bed, smashing my behavior
So many facts **** it like the second act of Hamlet my pager
Is beeping, think she’s about to learn a deft lessen in self possession
Aggression is my style; profession is wild like animals “so look boo
I’m shook over you look caught in the club lets talk sex soldier true
When it comes to bed work my head perk like coffee Boo you delicate
I’m not celibate your hips a nice shake in that red skirt like Tom Sellick
I investigate and your breasts are great and the rest is cake and no feud
Attitude nice my plot maybe rude hope I don’t get chopped and screwed
Like T-paine he blamed it on the alcohol, pay sixty buck drink dang
Best policy is let me test your quality while you smelling my cologne
We can eat food let the phone rang don’t answer while dwelling at home
Speak the truth being a street youth we could be kissing excelling strong
While having sex your breast will be the source unless of course you don’t
Want me to suck them can’t duck them because they poking I really want
Your bra open so far hoping for some sex let me lube your tight coo-chee
And I bet your panties are soaked exceptional your thing is very juicy
I can only think and hope let me drink this coke,” “RHYME loosely
My coo-chee smoke polluted with juice but never sex secluded
Produce oceans of emotions these wet dreams get steamed undisputed
Got me hung in worlds of potions being a young girl with no notions
On how to control my hormones you a hood squire a good liar use lotions
But that’s not enough I really got some hot stuff, boys just go crazy begging
All the time just because I’m tall and fine under mini-skirt, plenty work pledging
And like ghost busters who you gonna call? It really disturb when boys try curve
Words and swerve like birds just to fly up under your dress and thunder mess
With hot **** that is hard to stop a guy ducks His responsibility leave stress
His gravy cums then the baby comes that’s how the ball bounces yes! yes!
Listening at platinum HIP HOP and it don’t stop
It’s on the tip top and of course cream of the crop
The music steams a lot have a load of strife
In my thug mode of life but on a road nice
In the club to get a wet chick have purpose and plan
blinging like Barnum and Ringling but not a circus man
Wanna true hug over due for love in an illegal manner
Scratch my head wearing a feeble blue true bandana
Want to rub a cutie with booty it’s my duty like Anna
Nicole behold in Playboy magazines doing the coco cabaña
See a girl fine back but her mind act sluggish fashion is major
A brown cutie with a round booty got passion and Flavor
Lips a boss red want her across a bed, smashing my behavior
So many facts **** it like the second act of Hamlet my pager
Is beeping, think she’s about to learn a deft lessen in self possession
Aggression is my style; profession is wild like animals “so look boo
I’m shook over you look caught in the club lets talk sex soldier true
When it comes to bed work my head perk like coffee Boo you delicate
I’m not celibate your hips a nice shake in that red skirt like Tom Sellick
I investigate and your breasts are great and the rest is cake and no feud
Attitude nice my plot maybe rude hope I don’t get chopped and screwed
Like T-paine he blamed it on the alcohol, pay sixty buck drink dang
Best policy is let me test your quality while you smelling my cologne
We can eat food let the phone rang don’t answer while dwelling at home
Speak the truth being a street youth we could be kissing excelling strong
While having sex your breast will be the source unless of course you don’t
Want me to suck them can’t duck them because they poking I really want
Your bra open so far hoping for some sex let me lube your tight coo-chee
And I bet your panties are soaked exceptional your thing is very juicy
I can only think and hope let me drink this coke,” “RHYME loosely
My coo-chee smoke polluted with juice but never sex secluded
Produce oceans of emotions these wet dreams get steamed undisputed
Got me hung in worlds of potions being a young girl with no notions
On how to control my hormones you a hood squire a good liar use lotions
But that’s not enough I really got some hot stuff, boys just go crazy begging
All the time just because I’m tall and fine under mini-skirt, plenty work pledging
And like ghost busters who you gonna call? It really disturb when boys try curve
Words and swerve like birds just to fly up under your dress and thunder mess
With hot **** that is hard to stop a guy ducks His responsibility leave stress
His gravy cums then the baby comes that’s how the ball bounces yes! yes!