Sing! All u gotta do is sing!

(Ooo ooo oh)

Micheal Jackson..who could sing!

But he ain't the most masculine fella in the world..

(You're my pretty lady, baby yeah)



[Chorus 2x]

Baby..you're my favorite lady

You make me go so crazy

For that taste of pastry



[Verse 1 - Cuban Link]

Baby u makin me crazy

The way u shake ya waist got me hasty

To get face-to-face and jus taste the pastry

Lately, u been waitin for that tongue massage

A one-on-one under the stars in my summer lodge

Pardon ma, but from the start I was guilty as charged

We was gods wit no regards jus strictly menage-es-trois

At the bar puffin Cuban cigars playin my part

As a deeper heart wit the streets smarts to read ya thoughts

But its hard cuz ur different, ur far from a pigeon u my princess

The vision which got me switchin religions

It's tradition, u even hit the kitchens witout bitchin

Theres nuttin missin, u perfect like Roger Clemen's picture

So ya wish is my command, give u kisses on ya hand

Takin trips to foreign lands, can't no competition stand

Here's the plan, we can skip to Cancun

Now who da man? Catch a tan, while we bangin bodies on the sand, understand



[Chorus 2x]



[Verse 2 - Triple Seis]

Yo it's a dream, ask more why she don't go for beams?

Baggin heavy, so she ready for dat loco team

Ya man Queens a ho, after-show

From the trizz spendin all her dough thats how it goes

Don't ya know, profession a true thug

Who will eat the choch, beat the choch and leave u wit a new buzz

If u cuz my squad is reppin, its hard to check em

You makin it hard thats why the god is sweatin

Wanna taste u, lace u and embrace u

Lemme show u how Triple Seis do

A lil tongue lashin, ma