skiddin' down the runway, headed for jamaica bay

close my eyes and pray, let me live to smoke another day.

kennedy gonna be the death of me, got my baby to see...

taxi! taxi!



she's waitin' at home so to brooklyn i roam

then she says "we're all alone", from the wall pulls the phone

throwin' the bone, hittin' the zone, makin' her moan...

there's no place like home!

spoon me three hits of sugar, peter lugar

start it up again, time to say when

get some rest, i didn't know you were asleep

but when i woke up in the bed i was in even deeper

even deeper, even deeper in love

dear god up above! state of the nation!

total elation! lovely creation!

and she's seven-one-eightion...



loungin' in the satin i'm feelin' real fat an'

thinkin' you can take money makin' manhattan

cos keepin' it real is true sex appeal

i'm flush at the wheel, she's cookin' up a meal

spaghtti and veal, a bottle of vino

you know the deal, put on a little dino

cos he know, life is for the livin'

like keno, gotta be in it to win it

and i'm in once again and again if i can

fillin' up her cup until she says when

feelin' the celin' with sexual healin'

and we don't stop

til we both drop...



third bass gave praise to the brooklyn queens

and you can add shaolin and the bronx to the team

so before you make that call, settin' up a date

let yer fingers do the walkin' to the seven-one-eight