Who's Booty

Yo, at a hip-hop club was a girl I met

She was hot you can bet, her body dripped with sweat

I kicked it to her, and her name was kim

She said let's jet because she was ready for the jim

Browski I doubt thee e would front

So like a real stunt, I rolled the blunt

She was ready, I could see in her face

So we stepped, and went right to her place

It was fat, she had a dope crib

She offered food, like some barbecue ribs

I said "no thank you" not now honey

How about some drink, yes some gin rummy

After that, come here and sit down

And put on tenderoni by mister bobbi brown

We waste no time, it was time to do it

Put on some james brown so we can get into it

No kinky stuff, like ropes or handcuffs

But when you love me please don't be rough

I said "listen, I'll be gentle, I'll be very gentle

When I'm loving yoooouuu, when I'm loving yoooouuu

So I dipped, I abandoned ship

Threw in the anchor like on the boat tip

That's what I get for trying to be a lover

But never judge a book, by the damm cover

I'm not dissing, and I don't like fishing

But next time, I want to know who I'm kissing

You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti

But I won't touch it until I know who's booty

Well I was maxin one day just minding my own

Talking to e-double on my car telephone

When I seen this fly girl clocking my means of transportation

The look in her eye was the look of infatuation

So I put my car in park, turned my system down

I said "excuse me, are you new in town"

She said "it's funny you asked I just got here today"

I said "yo, you need a lift because I'm going that way"

She said "my mother always told me not to ride with strangers

If I did, than my life would be in danger"

I said "yeah that's true, but I'm not you're everyday swinger"

To tell you the truth, I'm a well known singer"

Plus I was cold coolin

40 dog in lap

Rings on my fingers with my fisherman hat

She got in and said "yo I never done this before"

I had to play my cards right to get my foot in the door

I said yeah, my name is parish but they call me md

For the way I hold the mic, and slay mc's

She was lost and replied "you a medical doctor?"

I said "close but no cigar, I'm the microphone doctor

Who performs open surgery, on mc's who are willing

Except to try same them, I try to kill them"

She said "ooh that sounds exciting, please tell me more"

You mean how we pack concerts and clock 10 g's or more

We pulled up to her house and her moms wasn't home

And as we got to the door she sparked up the homegrown

I was with it, felling nice from old e

Ready to get busy, and wax a cold booty

We got to her room, it was time to max

Pulled out the jim hat and strapped the bozak

I hit the lights, and next was the sack

We started doing it, it was hard to produce

Because the booty was cold kickin like they call me bruce

I had to cover my nose, not to ruin the mood

Because I know I wasn't fishing but I smelled seafood

Smelled like shrimp or lobster, or tuna of the sea

And it wasn't worth catching the a-the I-the d-to the s-oh yes

The s is for safe sex

And as I glanced at the door, you that move was next

But she pulled me close, and said "let's get loose"

And out of nowhere I yelled "baby did you do"

She said no p, cause I'm not a swinger

I couldn't buy that as I smelled my forefinger

I was playing myself plus my style was cramped

I grabbed my keys and coat, and md broke camp

And as I walked to the door, the girl got moody

I looked her eye to eye and said "who's booty?"