Skins

Uh

Ah, yeah

What we talkin' 'bout? Talkin' the skinz

Skinz? Yeah, the skinz, you know, girls

Fine women

The skinz, listen, listen to my man

I hear it callin', never stallin', hit the skinz bed or shelter

Love to tap her on the shoulder, roll her over, then I belt her

Leave a bite when the joint is tight, lovely when it's loose

Produce the proper juice, plus I never hump a deuce

Give me the head on the waterbed, play you like a pro ked

Slide the flavors on the sled, listen to what he said

Come and lie on the bearskin', notice how the firm make him grin

Cover the checks and then I go cash 'em in

Hold the zipper, unlock and grab the whole nag of treats

Hear the hooker slam the butcher with the biggest stack of meats

Take two hands to hold it, flip it out and unroll it

If you spot a brother larger than the next man stole it

Oochie coo now, you know the Mecca wanna bang-bang

Beggin' a pardon as I knock a new skinz stank thang

CL kickin' flavors with the Grand Puba (uh-huh)

Speakin' on the wins, I'm about to hit the skinz

Take the skinz, hey

The skinz

Skinz

Yeah, yeah

That's right, talkin' 'bout the skinz, baby

No disrespect, just talkin' 'bout an every day thing

C'mon

Nowadays, I'm on some extra be careful

I take precaution, before I slide up in the slit

Man, - that, I put aluminum foil on my

'Cause if you catch it, boy, that - 'll kill you quick

Better yet, you can pass me a Ziploc

A bag of boom and a 40 then sone boot knock

I get stiff and it's hard, like Charles Bronson

It's kinda - up what happened to Magic Johnson

But anyway, you know the résumé

Time to drop the Girbauds and parlay, hey

I rock the world of a big batty girl

Won't hit the skinz if she got a Jheri curl

'Cause when I jump into my thing, I make the bed spring sing

And you can ask my old fling who's the bedroom king (woo)

Hit the skinz hard, she'll hang on to the bedpost

Then I drop my load, them get up and make some French toast

Run and get the paper, and it won't be the post

After that you know the flavor, I'm ghost

That's right (c'mon)

We out (with the funky flavors)

Uh, gonna hit this off right quick

Hit it off (uh)

On the skinz

Hit the skinz, they're forever wins, cozy like my Timbs and Brims

But never heard a bigger limb around the rim

Set to hurdle when I pop a girdle, sum it up surgical

Lay down the public and the stuff won't curdle

I got the remedy for competition of any

Sleepin' with the enemy who never got a pretty penny

Skinz I'm with, check the lower lipped pal of mine

Now you know the Pet Rock, skinz all the time

Oh, Pete Rock, raw as I ever been

Give me room so I can speak about skinz

Take a tidbit, but god-, can you dig it?

Sisters play me close and they want my beeper digits

'Cause I love 'em undercover, the Chocolate Boy Wonder

Break like an earthquake, boomin' like thunder

Tell the honey dip the blouse, slip in the house

Sip the Stout, rip the boots, and I'm out

Like the Isley's, apply these in-between the sheets

Follow yes, another trail as if I had on cleats

Rip my way through a négligée, park it like a valet

Sure it's ok, just met the skinz yesterday

Tap the baggy drawers, lay the laws, lovely puff it up

From the ride, honey buckle up, smearin' all your makeup (yeah)

CL can wreck it well, a bombshell finishin'

So get the tunnel vision on how I hit the skinz

How I hit the skinz, uh

It's facts, yes

As you know I like to flow

Don't try to show

Because I'm the accurate, man

Everybody knows it

Peace to all stealers

Of the Mouth Vernon

Young poets and players