For the ladies, a hundred-thirty pounds of beef, yeah
Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth
Swingin with this here stud, you need practice
I'm leavin used rubbers on the mattress
When I'm with my homies, we're rollin
Can't love a car unless it's stolen
Don't ask me what the price is,
But it's more than pussy tickle devices
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(And you can fell the)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the!!!)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the)
Sweat-sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the!!!)
Sweat from my balls!
("What's the matter Mr. Jones?"
"Well I'm ashamed of the way you're playing!")
And we come fully equipped
With a bad attitude and a hard ass
For demonstrations, watch us slam her
Steady poundin' like a jackhammer
One sword edge you can't cop out
We're poundin you down 'til your eyeballs pop out!
We're not your ordinary players
[Chorus]
Ahhh, check check check it out yo
Get a grip on the headboard and hold on to it
Or get sent right through it
Bitch! I'm bite ya the way that I'm lickin' 'em
Won't be gentle the way that I'm stickin 'em
I do a damn good job
And bitches on my dick like a human shish-ka-bob
HeyCB4 is fly
So grab them ankles, throw your in the sky
[Chorus]
