Letras
Hey, now, baby
How you been doing?
You been doing fine?
You know, you called me last week
I got your message, but I was out of state
You know what I'm saying?
Now I come through
Just like the hog I am
All up in her bedroom
Serenading to my tune
She's got an attitude
Against her man
She needs me to get her in the mood
I had to hit her
I'm never scary
I feel hot for my baby
I'm in and out
And partner, you ain't knowing this
She loves you dearly
But she's only on the player's tip
Because you ain't giving something that she really needs
And that's that good ass loving
Partner, can't you see?
She's bored, no trust
She sits in the house all day
While you out there balling
Trying to have it the Kingpin way
She gets no time
Your schedule way too deep
You leaves out the house every time you get a beep
To all you ladies, sweet, dark, and lovely
See, players like me, I likes to taste of Easter Bunny
I likes to lick you down
Give you self-esteem
I'm the player you want on your under team
Your Huckleberry
Mack it fast, shot it
One of them top of ballers on the same level as Gotti
So all you tenders, it's all to the good
So page me on the under and I'll creep through your hood
If you need some loving, girl
Loving, girl
I'll be your Huckleberry
Very
And if you need someone to talk to, girl
Talk to, girl
You can call me on the under
Under
Looking at my Oyster Perpetual Rolex
Browsing through my Rolodex
Baby done left a verbal
Want me to hit that girdle
Come through on the tuck while he's in the shower
Get her when he's with Rob and them after hour
Slumping Johnny Taylor
Regulating
Cheating in the next room
Fornicating
Demonstrating new and improved moves
Legislating
Thugging, drinking booze
But when you plug it
"Baby, see you soon." You say one day we going to jump the broom
It was seven years
And she was faithful for you
But did she love you?
Or was she used to you?
It ain't my fault you got too attached
Don't check me, partner
Check your batch
Want to know my name?
Call me 40 Pop Cherry
I'll be your Huckleberry
If you need some loving, girl
Loving, girl
I'll be your Huckleberry
Very
And if you need someone to talk to, girl
Talk to, girl
You can call me on the under
Under
I'm on your mind 24/7
When you at work, you calls me at 11:00
And that's cool because my number won't be on your bill
Oh baby girl, all we want to do is keep it real
No hesitation
We want to play this game right
And if you feel me, we gots to have our game tight
So we can smob to the beat, champagne and all
Rub you down to the Camisole
100 Miles away, while your man think you at work
That boy Shot is all up in them skirts
If there's a bluebird on my shoulder, shit, I hit him
I turn him around, then from the back, that's when I kill him
But hitting it from the back ain't always what I want to do
I got to do you hard so you can tell your crew
That that boy Shot knows how to tuck
He got you giving it up
And you ain't done that in years
That's right
And you ain't done that in years
If you need some loving, girl
Loving, girl
I'll be your Huckleberry
Very
And if you need someone to talk to, girl
Talk to, girl
You can call me on the under
Under
Keep it on the under
On the under
No one has to know
It's between me and you
Take my pager number
Mm, you can call me
You can call me
All times of the day
Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo