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Hey what's up, E |
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Ah, I can't call it just chill like an alcoholic |
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It's like that huh, yeah |
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Hey what's up with lil' baby you had last night yo |
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Ah she was cute and shit but I had to put on my clown suit |
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Check it out |
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Only sixteen, thick as **** |
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Gigantic size tits, big ass bust |
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She ain't trippin' her tight jeans was fittin' manish |
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Mint condition man, major damage |
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Potent dope, no joke |
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Bottle of suffix, I knew she wasn't smokin' no coke |
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Look hella tempted while I'm mustin' |
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The bad thing about it I was pressed in her cousin Tangy |
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But that's another story though |
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Nothin' worth relevant, let's talk about the sixteen year old |
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Sexy and seducitve, quite impressive |
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I macked on baby, when she least expect it |
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Dryin' her clothes at the neighborhood laundry |
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"Can I help you, oh by the way my name is E, baby" |
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She said, "I already know my cousin done spilled her guts" |
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Told she did some stuff in yo 1970 cut |
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I replied, "Is that right", the boss and the hideous |
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That tight ass bitch, Tangy ain't got nothin' on this |
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As far as havin' me get, I spit the playa poppin' con |
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I put that piece in the box, snatched her up and we was gone |
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I said, "What about yo nigga, the boss and hood bounty |
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Wasn't he supposed to pick yo ass up", she said, "**** him" |
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I said, "Let's go get twisted", she said, "My house ain't far |
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I got a king-sized bed, satin sheets and a bar" |
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To the velvet rugs, past the liquor store |
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She said, "Man well just step on it, moms get home at four" |
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I said "Okay, no problem", hella juice from the beat |
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Smashed on the gas, I see her house down the street |
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I finally made it, what is this here? |
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Baby came out the kitchen with a trunk full of quarter beer |
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I rushed to the niznack time for sex |
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Like my partner Waldo, E-40 at his best |
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She was kind of tense, yeah it made sense |
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I said to myself, "I might have to hit that there fence" |
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She said, "Let's calm down, we really gotta check it" |
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"I don't know about you but I'm ready to get butt naked" |
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She said, "Me too", then I said, "Cool" |
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Unzipped my pants showed her my dick like a fool |
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She said, "I'm so hot", touchin' her crotch |
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Stripped down to nathin' laid on the couch |
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My shit ain't even in, clitoris tinglin' |
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Give me some more that what the hiefer was mumblin' |
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"Let's get on the floor", that's what I had to say |
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She said, "I like it from the back", I said, "The rectum or the crevay" |
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Ass in the air, I'm about to dig up in her |
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Went in the crib but thought before I entered |
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Chlamydia no, I better check that ho |
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Dug in my ear the wax let me make it clear |
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The finger that I use, stuck it in the grill |
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Searched for some cups if it burns its chlamydia |
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Old day tactic taught by my uncle |
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If ya gonna have the front hold it tight don't fumble |
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Armed with the test, not a pain or sting |
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This I presume that the bitch is kind of clean |
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Unzip the Trojan, better safe than sorry |
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Stretched it to fit, told it feel like calamari |
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Am I makin' love, she said, "No ya not" |
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"Should I keep it up?", she said, "I'm nuttin' don't stop" |
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"How does it feel?", She said, "Such a large cock!" |
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I continue to tax the bitch like H and R Block |
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Back in forth, forth and back just call me ball |
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These rug burns got my knees feelin' kind of raw |
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She's bustin' nuts repeatedly can't be mad at me |
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I'm lastin' longer than a Duracell battery |
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To the lessons of clock, got pin and a cock |
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Got two and a half non-stop and the door ain't locked |
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I'm out of line like a patient |
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Went deep into the fallopian tubes, released my frustration |
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Moms walks in, sniffin' and shit |
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Actin' like she wanted some of this big dick |
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She said, "My tits, clit be hard as brick ya aught to try it" |
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She said, "Move over girl, let me show ya how to ride it" |
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She started lickin' my dick with much philosophy |
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I'm feelin' like I won the lottery |
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From the head to the scrotum gobblin' |
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She even sucked my toes something slobberin' |
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Don't even tweak, I'm a nympho ya didn't know |
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I said, "What sign is you?", she said, "Scorpio ya know" |
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Oh, so that's what went down with ol' baby right |
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I thought you heard |
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I told ya man, the facts been proven man |
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These sedity hoes be chosen |
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Like that, why don't ya switch ya partner number man |
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I wanna see this type of game ya know |
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Ya know that ain't no problem, I sign off |
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If I got to, you still got them black jack things |
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I thought you heard, let's go get twisted or something though |
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Yeah, you too though, I got that too |
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Ah, front it man, all them cops glidin' |
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You know they on that shit, yeah |
