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EPMD - Who's Booty lyrics
Erick Sermon] Yo at a hip hop club was a girl I met She was hot you can bet her body dripped with sweat I kicked it to her and her name was Kim She said let's jet because she was ready for the Jim Browski I doubt thee E would front so like a real stunt I rolled the Blunt She was ready I could see in her face She said "let's jet" we went back to her place It was fat she had a dope crib She offered food, like some barbucue ribs I said "No thank you" not now honey How about some drink, yes some Gin Rummy After that, come here and sit down We put on tender Roni by Mister Bobbi Brown We waste no time, it was time to do it Put on some James Brown so we can get into it No kinky stuff, like ropes or handcuffs But when you love me please don't be ruff I said "listen, I'LL BE GENTLE, I'LL BE VERY GENTLE WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU, WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU. ...So I dipped, I abandoned ship threw in the anchor like on the boat tip That's what I get for trying to be a lover But never judge a book, by the damm cover I'm not dissing, but I don't like fishing And next time, I want to know who I'm kissing You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti But I won't touch it until I know who's Booty [Parrish Smith] Well I was maxin one day just minding my own Talking to E-Double on my car cellular phone When I seen this fly girl clocking her looks were temptating The look in her eye was the look of infatuation So I put my car in park, turned my system down I said "Excuse me, are you new in town" She said "it's funny you asked I just got here today" I said "Yo, you need a lift because I'm going that way" She said "My mother always told me not to ride with strangers If I did, than my life would be in danger" I said "Yeah that's true, but I'm not you're everyday swinger" To tell you the truth, I'm a well known singer" Plus I was cold coolin 40 dawn in lap Wings on my fingers from my fisherman hat. She got in and said "Yo I never done this before" I had to play my cards right to get my foot in the door. She got and she said "You a medical doctor?" I said "close but no cigar, I'm the microphone doctor Who performs open surgery, on MC's that are willing Except to try same them, I try to kill them" She said "Ooh that sounds exciting, please tell me more" You mean how we heinz and clock the G's or more. We got to her house and her moms wasn't home As we went to the room I sparked up the homegrown I was with it, felling nice from Old E Ready to get busy, and wax a cold booty. We got to her it was time to max Pulled out the Jimhat and strapped the Bozak I hit the lights, and next was the sack We started doing it, it was hard to produce Because the booty was cold kickin like They Call Me Bruce I had to cover my nose, not to ruin the mood Because I know I wasn't fishing but I smelled seafood Smelled like shrimp or lobster, or tuna of the sea And it wasn't worth catching the A-the I-the D-to the S-oh yes The S is for safe sex And as I glanced at the door, you that move was next But she pulled me close, and said "Let's get loose" And out of nowhere I yelled "Baby did you do..." She said no P, cause I'm not a swinger I couldn't buy that as I smelled my forefinger I was playing myself plus my style was crampped I grabbed my keys and coat, and MD broke camp And as I walked to the door, the girl got moody I looked her eye to eye and said.. "WHO'S BOOTY |
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