La Menage Lyrics

La Menage lyrics

[Featuring Q-Tip]
Intro
Listen, hon, I mean, ah, as slamming as you are
and all that good
stuff;
It ain't doing me no good out here cause you got
too many clothes on.
So why don't we just take this cab and uh, slide on
uptown and uh,
slip outta this uncomfortableness of the world around us. Do
you know
what, you know what I am saying babes? Matter of fact
uhhhhh
First Verse
Listen to me honey,
Ah, honey listen here
please.
If sexy were a virus,
Then you have a disease.
Slamming is
your styling
Let me speak for a while and
Tell you all about the grand
slamming.
(Why are you smiling?)
Let's do the uptown slide,
Don't need
a transfer or auto ride.
We only need a cab with us inside.
Finally
finally we got uptown,
And when we got uptown,
Honey's drawers came
down.
Did the audio visual,
She had the residual.
Bah bah Dres, now
tell me have U.N.E. Pull.
I said honey uhhh, again I said it slow.
Coming
out the boxers and my joint will surely grow.
Then she started
feeling,
Yes it was appealing.
I thought of slamming girlfriend from the
floor to the ceiling.
We started five play,
She said that she would
come.
I said it wasn't four play,
Because I used my thumb.
Nibbled on
her neck,
Oh, what the heck,
She said, 'One two, one two' and went down
for a mike check.
Her mike sounds nice check one.
Her mike sounds nice
check two.
She did this 'till it was all gone.
I told her to slow
down.
But she kept on.
Chorus
And on, and on, and on, she kept on >
repeated four times
(added during second line)
You gotta do something
about those wisdom teeth baby.
(added during fourth line)
Though your
sounding as good as a CD.
Second Verse
Everything was Dolby, or rather
was ok.
She was playing Frito and I play the Lay.
Then I heard a knock
only to hear a voice say.
Yo, you can't have a show without the DJ.
I
entered in my drawers.
To show that I was live.
The hoe didn't believe
that I was nine point five.
She said, 'Let me see it Lawnge, may I see it
please?'
I said, 'Yeah, get a good look. Drop to your knees.'
I was
erectified. I gave her the proof.
And then I suggested a little roof
roof.
She was uptight, I said, 'Hon, there's nothing wrong,
I'm the sugar
dick daddy Mista Lawnge.
Don't get offended by the position I
recommended.
Doggy style is my shit.
The bottom is what I hit.
I
didn't eat her,
Or Rita, just beat her,
Bonita, Bonita,
Bonita
Uhhhhhhh!
Verse Three: Q-Tip
Tip and Sugar Dick, blazing trails
of evil.
Lawnge you got the felt 'cause I sure 'nough got the needle.
Now
put them on the arm that pertrudes like a stick.
And live up to your
name,
Mista Lawnge Sugar Dick.
As the dookie hits the fan,
Here comes
the horny man
To finish up the task.
So I'm scopein out that
ass.
Lawnge, she wants it,
Her hands spread the butt cheeks.
Tip plus
Lawnge plus hoe equals wet sheets.
Outtro
God damn.
Yo, somebody give
me,
A horny time.
Somebody give me a ho.
Spread the ass.
Just give
me a ho.
No man.
Somebody give me a ho.
I'm gonna come in your
face.
Somebody give me a ho.
I'm coming, in your face.
Somebody give
me a ho.
I'm gonna come in your face.
Somebody give me a ho.
Bitch
just let me pee on you.
Let me pee on you.
Let me pee on you.
Somebody
give me a ho.
I've got the anal sun god.
I've got the anal sun god.
Let
me pee on you.
Somebody give me a ho.
Ahhhhhhhh.
I can't hold it no
more.
Chorus
for the two insert lines put
Somebody give me a ho