Nauseous Music Productions
Strange is nasty phat
Nasty last week the homie dipped
Hollywood park casino and found a slip
Dive up into it, first night, first hit
Condom on, no kiss, forget her name, call her Miss
Remember game, remember this
She called me up, uh, you want some clitoris?
She got three friends in a three-way sittin' three miles away
Call me up at three, we gon blend in like a DJ
"Kitty, kitty, cool" is all I had to hear
Put on my nasty phat nasty gear
Now her and her three friends, flippers fo' sho'
But me and you, that's two times goin' to fo'
We gon' find out fo' sho' divide them thighs
Add 'em to my nature and watch it rise
Handed me a magnum, the tag is on
These bitches new so put it down like a champion
Now you got to go up in there like you been
Locked up for ten years and you just got out
Whatever you gotta do to get your stamina
Up: ginseng, cocaine, whatever, get it
You know she gon' go back and tell her
Girlfriends how the dick was, don't you?
You know that
Fuck around, your first time gon' be your last time, playa, ha ha
Stretch in the house, hi my name is Don
Are you the one that likes fuckin' with them damn lights on?
Ass up, a back green eyes and long hair
Rub my belly, call me her teddy bear
Call me what you want, just give me what I want
That donkey donk, Big Strange bondage funk
That dope check to get wet or smack you up fast
Bobby Brown on crack, bail me out last
Twelve rounds, number one contender
So you can run back and tell your friends how did you enter
After all that, the word got around
Big Strange puts it down, picks it up, then puts it down
Don't let me take off my glasses
Have them bitches in yoga classes
Uh-uh, Catalist spread the word
Is it true what you heard?
Now you can't play with the pussy at all
Don't play with it
You gotta make 'em call Jesus Christ or it ain't right
I don't mean no minute man, man, you on the clock, right?
You know you on the clock, you got a stopwatch on that ass
You feel that skeet?
You better focus, man
You better focus, God damn it
Now Tammy heard it second hand, then came Tanika
She emailed it cross town to Sharita
She chirped it down the block to Yolanda
She texted next door to big Wanda
She faxed it to Brenda's office
My homie even got word and tripped up off it
And somehow it got lost in translation
By bitches addin' extra to their stations
Sayin' "I'm a twelve inch dick porno pimp
Fuck twenty-four hours and never go limp"
Thank you for the exaggeration
To these love slave girls on this plantation
"Here come massa with them switches
To whip you house and field bitches"
All because one had to bear witness
For the first time I handled my business
God damn it
Ain't no classes on this shit
This shit comes from experience
And watchin' pornos, sometimes it's genetics
Your family tree may have a broken branch, you know what I'm sayin'?
The bitches ain't playin' out here no more, I'm tellin' you
The bitches ain't playin' no more
They got foot long dildos that vibrate
Warm up and shoot vitamin D milk
Fuck you hollerin'?
They ain't playin', they wanna be straight fucked
All that lovey dovey and aroma therapy shit, that shit been out
They ain't with that no more, they want you to grab they hair
Make 'em holler, you understand?
And make 'em swallow
Slap 'em on the ass like a motherfuckin'
Newborn baby comin' out the womb
Hear me?
Ain't with that bullshit y'all doin'
Pretty boy, soft ass, smooth ass, limp dick motherfuckers
On the second time around
I can do whatever I want to, baby
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