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Phife Dawg - Ben Dova lyrics
* send corrections to the typist Bend over. . . Yo, it's Mutty Ranks in the place (Mutty Rankin') But in the immortal words of Shabba Ranks (Where are the girls?) We got some sweet, we got some foul I'm about to break it down, check it out, let me know Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Yo, as I cruise through this ATL town, my eyes brown Chillin', freshly dipped when I get down Jarobi, tell 'em 'bout the puppy named Mutts Like lifestyles galore in case a chick wanna hump me I'm rough with mine, tell me who's rougher Makin' honeys express theyself like Salt-N-Pepa Not sayin' that sex makes everything better But if all else fails, I'mma fuck that tail Now watch out now, damn look at your trunk We could take it to the rest right now and get it crunk Sing "Shorty Swing It My Way", it's only right Turn the door, now walk it in and see the real sign of life Fuck a Phife, I'm on some Shawn Micheal shit tonight On some Five Foot Freak shit, or I don't eat shit But if you act right and you ain't about games Then my screwin' can be longer than Nina's last name Now tell me somethin' good before I hang up your friend Free humps and I'm out there if the shit is mad lame Mad lame (mad lame) mad lame (mad lame) Free humps and I'm out there if the shit is mad lame When it comes to skins ain't no shame on my game Mutty orders you to (BEND OVER!) You can't live with them, you just can't live with them So don't waste my time, just (BEND OVER!) Now if you frontin' on the tail, then you get the cold shoulder Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!) Girl, you are not gettin' younger, you are just gettin' older So hurry up your ass and (BEND OVER!) BEYATCH! Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Now are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Now are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Forever in the jam where the diss be lookin' laced Dancin' to the tunes of Cool J and Babyface Me and my crew, no doubt we in the place Ass everywhere, (Yeah son, this place is great) Bumped into this cutie, damn boo you lookin' straight Checked her backyard, can I guard that with a gate? Slim trim, brown skin, what's your name? ('Salina Kate') Where you from? ('Trinidad, but I live here in the States') 'It's only been three months but I'm searching for a mate Word 'round town is you love to penetrate' Of coarse, baby girl, what's the deal, you want a taste? A stain is on your brain that could never be erased 'Sounds good Mr. Phifer, but I hear that's the case Your style be so super that you should wear a cape I love the way you sound on all five of your tapes Plus you're always on the job like Mr. Slate' Of coarse her best friend just has to player hate And being who I am watch the Phifey hesitate On dissing her ass, yo Jay, look at her face Her motherfuckin' voice got way too much bass Now back your ass up off me and give me my space You know your fuckin' breath smell like chemical waste Not to mention that ass, it be way overweight Keep that ass out of Wendy's and lay off them shakes Now back to you Salina, damn I admire your shape 'FUCK YOU! Mr. Ranks you just dissed my date' Now what I'm supposed, scratch my head and ask why You know that rug munchin's at an all-time high Now all these chicks today are just hot hot hot And me and my crew just wanna get hind, watch I won't hold it against you the things that you do I'll just have you know that I'm a lesbian too So wiggle your ass here and swing over them titties If you need to pay bills take your ass to Magic City No need to act shitty, you're so so saditty If you need to pay bills then take your ass to Magic City, what what All you're lookin' for all this time, money Well ain't got enough time to take You can't run game on a gamer! You can't run game on a gamer! It's Phife Diggy (What) I gets busy (What) Blowin' up the spot (What) Givin' back shots (Ooh! Ooh!) J.U.S. (What) You know you can't test (What) Blowin' up the spot (What) Givin' back shots (Ooh! Ooh!) When it comes to skins ain't no shame on my game Mutty orders you to (BEND OVER!) I'll fuck in a Land Cruiser or a Range Rover Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!) Now if you frontin' with your ass, then you get the cold shoulder Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!) You are not gettin' younger, you are just gettin' older So hurry up your ass and (BEND OVER!) Like that y'all, to the beat y'all Freak freak y'all, so sweat y'all My name's Malik y'all, style's unique y'all No doubt y'all, I come through y'all Tribe all y'all. Phife Diggy y'all On the ball y'all And all these bitches on the way get the balls y'all Phife Diggy but I never fall out Slum Villy, got to bend over What what what what, all over Detroit Michigan, down in Angeles in CA Fuck that we don't play round my way Long Island, we whilin' Yugoslavia, no doubt I'm Slav-in' 'em |
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