Nice. I thought about posting that one, I like the verse he does in it to the* Green Acres *theme.
Some more old school…
Digital Undergound - Freaks of the Industry
Know what I mean? [Uh huh] A’ight, here’s the scene:
You’re lying on you’re back with your head on the edge of the bed,
The booty’s two feet from your head:
Should you:
A, take the time to find a condom,
B, you walk right over and you pound ‘em,
C, tell her that you want her love,
Well the answer is D, [D], all of the above.
So you’re freakin’ [freakin’], the furniture’s squeakin’ [squeakin’]
She’s tweakin’, sayin’ that she’s weak in the knees.
Cheek to cheek, and pound for pound,
You’re taxin’ it and waxin’ it and workin’ it around,
‘Til the booty starts makin’ that clappin’ sound,
Which is cool, but your friends are chillin’ in the other room.
The clappin’s getting louder, you don’t want them to clown you,
In this situation, what do you do: [What?]
A, you, plain and simply, back up off her
B, you hit it just a little bit softer,
C, you take it out and put it in het butt,
Well, D is what I do, so, yo, listen up:
I put a towel on the floor by the two inch gap under the door
Now they can’t see me any more.
Check the locks so they can’t clock, but they can listen.
There’ll be no bargin’ in and there’ll be no dissin’ [Dissin’]
Gettin’ back to my mission, break out the whipped cream and the
cherries,
Then I go through all the fly positions:
My head under her leg under my arm under her toe.
She says, ‘I like it when you scream, baby let yourself go.’
I hit it and split it, lick it and quit it.
After the ride, put my clothes on and walk outside,
And before anybody gets a chance to speak,
I say, ‘Yo, don’t say nuttin’, I guess I’m just a freak!’
