[Hook:] Crocodile on my feet Fox fur on my back Bowtie `round my
neck That's why they call me the gangsta mack In the Cadillac!! Yeah!!
[Repeat]
[Big Boi:] Nasty Noompsy Knightingale Fresh in that
tuxedo Cumberbun with no suspenders My torpedo, you libido Need to
chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!) I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release
the squeeze or release the keys To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle
some of this Smack on smack on some of this dick tracy Arrest her, book
her, fingerprint your hooker You took her to the club and now her body is
full of liquor Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish
Cream She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things Whatcha
mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!) In the parking lot we primp,
crooked booty to the scene where i's...
[Hook]
[Big Boi:] Oh,
lord! How can it be so hard?? To put on a pair of panties much less a pair
of jeans or the leotard But I got to start by complimenting you on your
physique You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak Spoke,
spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that But it takes years of
perserverance and experience to get that cat! So why don't I chase this
Hennessy down with some of that On your back, like a cheerleader missing the
final stack! As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance We
look fine, right on time As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've
come to play
[Sleepy:] Everybody's watching `cause them furs just hit
the door While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that
floor To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you need Throw your
hands up if you feel me!! Throw your hands up if you feel me!! `Cause we
well designed and fine as wine Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me
why I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny So raise your hands
to the sky `cause we super fly
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