Knock-N-Boots

Come let me knock it, baby, hmm, uh

Come let me knock it, baby, hmm, uh-uh

Come let me knock it, baby, hmm, uh

Come let me knock it, baby, yeah

Tipping your Timberlands over like an oak tree

Is all I wanna do, so baby, don't provoke me

'Cause I'll begin cutting you down for size

If I'm a little boy, I'm packing one big man's surprise

Now you can try to come swing

If you really feel that you can cling in a ring with king ding-a-ling

But I doubt that, like, I'm just about fat

She might be pitching her cat but I'm up to bat

Listen, how the man puts it together like a fan

My lips can make the move more mushy than wet sand

So come and get some, baby, if you really feel you can do it

Boil it or stew it, bake it, broil it, then chew it

Uh, I got the goods for the night

But not until you say my name right

It's Akil, first letter is an A though you say it like, "Ah"

With the "kuh" and the "ah," ill, then we can knock some boots

Meet on Sunday, call on Monday (uh)

Dinner Tuesday (yeah), Wednesday movie (word)

Thursday nothing, set up something

Friday shopping, let's go shopping

Weekend popping, no boots knocking

I'll wait one day (hey, hey), hey, that's something

Sunday rolling (uh), she's real open

And then we can knock some boots (check it out)

I'll be stuffing it up the middle like a turkey

So come and get some of this creamy melted mozzarella

Pumping beef jerky, as I get into it, you holler

As it gets gooder, you collar me by my neck, I holler

You never been humped like so, nah

That makes me get up, shake my rump and go cha-cha-cha

'Cause I just did work, made the box spring jerk

Had you crying, "Chill, kill, that shit hurts"

But I'm still lying in the shape of a wishbone

I'm changing settings on the ring of our switch phone

As I'm in between the legs, I'm making my home

Bucking and biting, she's steadily taking the bone

Shh, huh, settle down, baby, save the noise

Screaming and scratching backs without whips, blasts, whacks

All I wanna hear is the gushes from the bushes

And slurps from you blowing a flute as we knock some boots

Meet on Sunday, call on Monday (uh)

Dinner Tuesday, Wednesday movie (yeah)

Thursday nothing, set up something

Friday shopping, let's go shopping

Weekend popping, no boots knocking

I'll wait one day, hey, that's something

Sunday rolling (yeah), she's real open (you know what?)

And then we can knock some boots (you know what?)

An envelope, that's what you are, hey!

'Cause I'll stuff it, return address it, then send you on your goddamn way

See, if you're in the mood for mailing a lot of gushy tushy to do

You know right where to send it to

Baby, I'm into keeping it live

Not even mother nature can get this naughty cause I've

Mastered the style of licking and sticking and biting and kicking

Mo' police stops than house issues, getting a whipping

Stop? No way! Let me slide this through ya

'Cause I'll ride that rock from here to Aruba

The size of the jimmy just might fright

But after a 40 she's sure to be calling me naughty by midnight

Doing it with a lot of style like New York

Grabbing her down by the bottom where it's fat like pork

Whether I'm in jeans or a suit

I'm picking out the best ones like fruit

So we can knock some boots

Meet on Sunday, call on Monday

Dinner Tuesday (yeah), Wednesday movie (movies?)

Thursday nothing, set up something (uh-uh)

Friday shopping, let's go shopping

Weekend popping, no boots knocking

I'll wait one day, hey, that's something

Sunday rolling, she's real open

And then we can knock some boots

Uh, skins clashing and all

Hon it's warm now 'cause the heat's cooling down now like fall

But, hey, I ain't your minute man and I will come quick as a telegram

As I put her in one hell of a jam

But she can nibble on the nuts 'til she'll just shrivel

In and out like dribbly dribble, like dribbly dribble

Damn it, don't call my back 'cause my first instinct

Is kicking your ass off the bed, to the floor up under the sink

I'm down with O.P.P., my girl's down with O.I.F.O

Or Ralph Wandell, so kick your nails low

All I need is to be laying in the bed

Of my cutie flips with scratches, no sex hits to the head

Hell, I don't fuck with two girls under the sink

'Cause I'll kick her ass from Harlem and switch foots by the rink

Move her aside, go inside, pay my loot

And rent a pair of skates and roll my way in to knock some boots

Meet on Sunday (uh), call on Monday (yeah)

Dinner Tuesday, Wednesday movie

Thursday, nothing, set up something

Friday shopping, let's go shopping

Weekend popping, no boots knocking

I'll wait one day, hey, that's something

Sunday rolling, she's real open

And then we can knock some boots

Check it, uh, ah, let me knock it, baby

Uh, ah, let me knock it, baby

Uh, ah, let me knock it, baby

Uh, ah, let me knock it, baby

Uh, ah, let me knock it, baby

Uh, ah, let me knock it, baby

Uh, ah, let me knock it, baby

Uh, ah, I wanna knock them boots

Tipping your Timberlands over like an oak tree

'Cause I'll be stuffing it up the middle like a dick, uh

You know what? You're an envelope, that's what you are, hey

Check it out, uh, skins clashing and all, check it