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[Taj & Sahpreem King] (Verse 1) Shh! Boy, be quite. Follow me and tip-toe Don't wanna make too much noise sneaking in your window So pull down the shades |
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| 'Cause my neighbors are kind of nosy Comfy, cosy, now off with the clothes-y Can I get a witness Betta fitness. Baby, we can do it Take your time, do it right |
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Mmm, lick my belly button Whisper sweet nothings in my ear To get my hormones in gear Now, mamma's little baby loves toast and jam Melts in your mouth, but not in your hand Black pudd'n... Seperates the boys from the men You can knock all day Jehova, but you can't get in Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back Now, I may not be a lady But I'm surely all woman So check it, the proof is in the pudd'n |
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(Hook) Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n |
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(Verse 2) Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that Yeah ain't that a fact Pull out your spoon And let's begin the mixing Always in the bedroom Never in the kitchen You can get busy WIth your head beneath the blanket Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked 'Cause women in the 90s want more from a brother Than a part-time lover, who's wack undercover So, brother, do your duty when it comes to the bedroom: |
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[Coko] Don't let him eat the pudd'n |
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If he ain't got the head room So, dip, DIP, dive if you wanna be a diver Sport a helmet with a light Like an old gold miner No need to taste test The puddn's always fresh So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess |
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(3x) Can I get my spoon in - No way Now I eats more pudd'n Than old folks play bingo Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo What about Atlanta? [????] than Santa Saturday night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana Dan-a. So, Holy Moly ( No Clue What He's Saying) |
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(Verse 3) Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a taste I know that you love it from the smile on your face Up and down like a slinky, let's get kinky The cream in the middle of a Twinkie 'Cause I likes my men cot diesel And if you're unleaded Then Nigga, just forget it You can't rub my back, or kiss my neck either With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy Achy, stuffy head fever Undercover lover, in between the sheets As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the beat Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves Minne But I havte getting hickies on my neck in the summer 'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer I heats up the mike 'til your blood prssure rises It ain't the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises Pull out your spoon, and let us begin But if you front on the pudd'd You might not get your spoon in |
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