Well I ain't sweet sweet oochie coochie moody

Brown skinned cutie with a big bootie

And two big tootie toots up front check it

Your butt naked premonitions have been dissed

Mr. Me Being A Ho has just drifted into the abyss

So we won't twist up like pretzels

And set your sights on a bona fide ho requisites

If any of these sentences have you confused

I'll make it simple just for you check it



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No, you can't get my number

No, I'm not going home with you after the jam

Check it out - emphatically no



[Next verse, time to make your head burst]



Baby, I just met you

How could you expect me to respect you

And lay next to you in the bedroom?

And let you boom-boom pow-pow with my face down

Just because you think I'm cute?

I got suped boots and all of your pursuits

Have led to the bed so we can go dilla

So we can go loup-de-lay

I'm not your baby, I don't wanh-wanh

You pitiful excuse for a house-trained pet

You're just stress and aggravation

Just because you said come over

Don't mean I wanna smell your stinkin' breath

So...



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Listen, mister, you may possess to be in

Yes, we could be friends or perhaps we could go out on a date

Then again...no

Cuz you get no wins for Salt-N-Pepa

We're more than just a pair of flavored skin (??)

??? grand finale

We're on our way to Cali first-class

So miss, I truely wish you would dash

And stop rubbin' up on my buttcheeks

See...



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Hell no, now bust it

Yes, I'd like a drink, but I don't think

That you can get me drunk enough to lay with your skunk

On your patch armpits, make me wanna hot spit

Hot spa-doohy, groovy guy you're not

Glances at my chest

Freshie, you're lusting for my flesh

Slow like a mole that can't find his hole

Float cousin, the hornets keep buzzin' as I say...



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