[Chorus]

What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up)

Can a nigga get in them guts (them guts)

Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut)

Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)

Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)

And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall)

Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)

While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah)



[Verse One]

This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby

I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady

You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood

With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could

But anyway, gone and drop a number or something

So I can call you later on,on your phone or something

Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something

It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting

I'm digging in your walls something viscious

With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious

You delirious,or might I say you taste so delicious

With your pretty brown skin, like I'm enjoying your kisses

And you ah certified head doctor

Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler

Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room

Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom



[Chorus]



[Verse Two]

Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped

Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt

You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe

Then bust a nut all over yourself

The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls

In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls

Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause

And every time you seen a G you was slipping