Print

[Chorus]Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildingsPink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildingsI'll take 30 electric chairsAnd put 'em in a classroom30 MC'sAnd set'em free from their doom.Just like a tomahawk cuts through the windWhen we beginThe wheel of fortune it spinsHoldin'The rhythm like elasticMoldin'Your whole body like plasticSo why try to deny what ya already know ya loveUp aboveCause the maniaHysteriaIn the streetsWhile ya lovers getting merrierIn the sheetsI met this lady namedSweet young thing andShe gave me that feelingThat sunshine bring in.SongtexteHordableSportableTotally affordableSilky smoothVoice was real audible.I said your cool as Ice CubaShe said, "your that Public EnemyI seen on the tuba."NoI'm like your Uncle baby.The style of your beautiful faceDrives me crazy.Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D?She said, "You tried to play meLike Big Dad-dy."I said, "I know your Tribe,I Called and re-QuestedFor you to be manifested."She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"Rub ya down with warm Ice-TMake ya feel Bran NubianInstantly.Boogie DownAnd check this Production.Gimme them lipsThey look good for suction.She said, "Sweet teaseCool with a little almond joyOn the sideJust doin' the fly"You like pound cake?Comin' to my houseTurn on the lightsAnd see me on the couch.I said, "Do the jingleAnd your from around the way.I like your earringsL'sBut anyway,Your grand-daddy isHere to spread cheer.Something nice and smoothWith my tongue in your ear.Give me a snackSome Salt And Pepper on a burger.Ice Cube TOr if you prefer theTaste of honey KidRide in my Capri andThat's the jointThey got the real clear CD in.She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car.I don't know what type of man ya are.You might know karateDo me and get awayI got a glimpse of your license plateN-W-A."[Chorus: x2]She was Chubby andReady to RockNaughty By Nature andPart of my private stock andRiding in the relaxFrame of mind andHammer timingIncredible.So edibleAnd unforgettable.Soft like a Q-TipI'd love to get with youCause I'm the type of guy that got props doFeel it in mo and more,When I get ready for a showcasePut together wellI go deepAnd have an oil wellShow and tell.I said, "Yo-Yo!You're so intelligentAnd elegant."I n-I never Run to be DWith another MCI got what I wantRight in front of me.I know a kid named KHe's a MD.Last time I heardYo, was getting real friendly.Belly to belly andChest to chestThigh by thighLeg by leg andI guess.Ain't no way to get ya outYour so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sortOf a freaky situationWith a peppermint twistRicky or Mike is next on the list.Nastified and all-funkifiedCome'onCome'onCome'onRide.Can you hear?Never fearWhatcha hear.What ya hearIs it clear?UnderstandAnd love ya big dearAnd I will appearMy dearWith a beerAnd bags full of cheerAnd waterbed,Yeah!Cause I rumble and groan.She said, "You got to be bad toMake the moanie moan."Ain't no reason to frontOn the way your life shown.Boo-ya!How I'm jumpin' your bonesLike a GrandMaster in a Flash.Put out your cigaretteAnd rest your tired ash.All I wanna doIs make woopieYour my pink cookie.Not a wookieWhen you take it offI'd love a lookie.Cause I'ma mix it up toss style.Peace outYou got the sexual profile.[Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania