Uh, Humpty Hump and Sir Mix-a-Lot in the house puttin' it down uh-huh
Big like a pickle yeah
Now check this out right here
What, what, what, what?
Freaks of the Industry, last song
DJ shut it down, lights came on
See what's up with the sluts, before they all gone
Can't get to 'em, same old song
Cause I'm supposed to be at the T-Shirt booth
She was standin' close to me yeah
Both butt-naked by a quarter to three
Knew I had a condom cause I just bought a pack of three yeah
She was already on top of me I've seen it
Condom's in the bathroom, thirty feet away from me dawg
Ain't tryna see her go from yes to no haha
Before I get back with the lambskin troll
Left DNA and I know that's a no
Pullin' out wasn't an option, y'all know
I beat it up again in the morning for some more (haha)
Homegirl's in the lobby 'bout to go
I'll hit you up next time we come on tour
You girl have fun with Mix next door uh-huh
Chick in the leather hit the whole fifth floor
Bye get in where you fit in bye-bye baby
We got to go another day girl, huh
We like the way them skirts be twistin' uh-huh
We'll be lickin', hittin' at the next show
See you at the next show
We got to go gotta go, baby uh, uh, uh
Good game don't quit, free of tricks, hittin' split
See you at the next show
A Humpty you all [?]
I get the long blows from big-nose old-school he-haw hoes
I need a humdinger, a dead ringer for some singer
A tongue-ringer, a young rap star clinger
Big-belly dog with a knack for dialogue, and roll call
Spankin' honeys with old clogs
And hold the ball, y'all can make the call
Y'all can pull the lever and whip cream for all
Cruise the web for freaky shit to do
I grip a tit or two and licky-lick for you
And rough toes, cause hoes in pantyhose
You like those, don't let go
I'm hittin' different cities, I chase kitties and act silly
Leavin Jimmies sittin' from Pittsburgh to Mississippi
Bananas suck Havanas, fuck pajamas and bring the camera
And me and Hump is lurkin' on the second floor
Where we'll go, no one knows
We left a couple honeys on the fifth floor
And we can get 'em at the next show, bye
Bye hey old-school
We got to go gotta go
We like the way them skirts be twistin'
We'll be lickin', hittin' at the next show uh
See you at the next show
We got to go hahahaha yeah
Good game don't quit, free of tricks, uh-huh hittin' split yeah
See you at the next show
Free of tricks, you know what I'm sayin'?
This nigga got a studio in his house, hahaha
Dr. Dre, Babyface, Stevie Wonder
Quincy Jones ass nigga, you
Uh, uh, uh
Bye bye bye
We got to go what up, what up?
We like the way them skirts be twistin'
We'll be lickin', hittin' at the next show
See you at the next show
We got to go gotta go, gotta go
Good game don't quit, free of tricks, hittin' split
See you at the next show
Get in where you fit in
My boy strange laid this track, baby, uh-huh
For you no-programmin' bastards
Uh, I'm startin' to learn it
There it is, uh
Fuck with that, doobie doobie doo, uh-ha
Where that shit at?
Strange, let 'em know, fool, haha
