Don't Crush It

Yeah girl

I've been checkin' out Big Willie Keith

He been trickin' a lot of bills on me

Mmm hmm!

I think I'm a show him somethin' tonight

A lap dance I would say

Yeah that's what I'm a do

Yeah...

[Kool Keith]

I'm like a freak from Hunts Point the bronze and the gold

Wear my drawers in tight mode naked with no coat

Walkin' around I see you'se about to lose her

That honey with white boots and hair like Medusa

Brown-skin fine, I drink her body like wine

And throw the wax on it, and watch two cheeks shine

I drunk a forty, I'm up in here feelin' naughty

I like the go-go girl, go 'head work it shorty

I got no time to trick, on the average girl

I'm in paradise, caught up, in the booty world

And for you regular honies, tryin' to play fly

I ain't no Chemical no Bank in your human eye

I like my spot, everybody's butt naked

Pump with G-strings, watchin' hot momma shake it

I got my beer, viewin' from the back rear

Yo brother man, pass it right over here

I got to ease off the stress, like a eight to five

Keepin' it real vexed, them panties want to get live

Change the pace up, yo Jimmy turn the bass up

Yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: x2]

Yo baby (what's up?)

Don't crush it when you sit upon it

(Yo baby) what's up?

(Don't rush it when I sit upon it)

[Kool Keith]

I see you scopin' me, the fourth time you cut your eye

Left the brother to catch wreck, then tell the man goodbye

I'm next on the menu, runnin' up and in you

With seven rubbers on me, don't try to discontinue

We got's to bump and grind, crank up the R. Kelly

Delicious kickin', no leather like I'm Fonzarelli

I order two drinks to think, while you show me pink

Summer Eve breeze and WOO when it don't stink

I'm in the mix, like Funky-master Flex

I'm shootin' gizm, then after you can pick up next