One For The Cuties Lyrics

One For The Cuties lyrics

f/ MC Lyte



(Chrous - Yo Yo & MC Lyte)

One for the cutie, two for the cutie with the big D...

One for the cutie, two for the cutie with the big D...

One for the cutie, two for the cuite with the big D

Three for the cutie with the big D with money

You got it goin' on honey

Now we'd just like to know how low can you go?



(Verse 1)

(Lyte) I keep 'em on lock down, but I gets around

He can tie me up I be damned to let him tie me down

Doin' what I like, when I want, where I please

Keep a nigga in check, cause they be in my cheese

(Yo Yo) Yeah I know what you mean, my nigga's on some ol' mafia shit

He need a gangsta chick, he love to trick

But I be damned if I let him play me

He'll be home and I beleive me, he know this bitch'll get crazy

(Lyte) Yeah, I can recall havin' to haul off and slap a punk

Named Sam who tried to play me like a chump

But for real though, you can't be too slow

When you messin' wit' them quick, slick, trickin' negroes

(Yo Yo) Well uh... If I get done I'ma come like the mackstrees

It's the Y O to the Y O tell 'em jack this

Always talkin' 'bout he'll never leave ya

Only wanna please ya, down on your bend-n'knees-a



(Chorus)



(Verse 2)

(Yo Yo)Uh, baby had body like nobody I know

I don't know how he thought he was fadin' Yo Yo

(Lyte) Is that so? I couldn't tell, he looked thick as hell

Semmed like he'd break the bars off a jail cell

(Yo Yo) Well Lyte you don't know how wrong you are

You see the nigga was so fat he couldn't fit in my car

But it's all love, I ain't trippin'

I just booted his ass and kept dippin', listen

(Lyte) Well now, me, myself, I like 'em tall slim and slender

Keepin' me warm with hot sex in the winter

Cause out the door, is like a freezer

In-a my house I keep 'em warm like a heater

(Yo Yo) Well... I like 'em nice and thick, with more dollars than sense

Don't need releationships, just true to this

I want a man that's taller, a shot-caller

Like a baller, instead of a yes-yes-y'aller



(Chorus)



(Verse 3)

(Lyte) Rain or shine, I'ma get mine without no delay

I keep 'em on reserve and take 'em off of the display

Treat him like a Doc', better believe he's on call

And when I hit him on the headpiece like yes-yes-y'all

(Yo Yo) I remember wakin' up with this cuties in bed

The last words he said was 'Don't forget to call me'

Damn, I shouldn't have did it, now I ain't with it

I hope he wasn't lookin' for a commitment, damn

(Lyte) I keeps it on the real, baby I moves slow

And if you ready to push in the bush then you gots to go

On the first date, brother you gots to wait

And it's worth your while, some say I'm the all time great

(Yo Yo) Well... I treat 'em like fleas on my collar

Pick 'em by the hour, cutie with big D's and dollars

Dressed in Versace or Polo, you never know

Question is, how low can you really go?



(Chorus)



(Yo Yo & MC Lyte)

One for the cutie, two for the cutie

Three for the cuties with the big D's and money

One for the cuite, two for the cutie with the big D...

One for the cutie, two for the...

Three for the... Oh yeah

One for the money, two for the cutie

And three for the cuties, and the money with the...

The everything, with everything that it takes, (Ha ha ha)

We need a cutie with big D and money