Bowtie Lyrics

Bowtie lyrics

[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

[Hook]