Blak Pudd'n

Shh, boy, be quiet, follow me on tip-toe

Don't wanna make too much noise sneakin' in your window

So pull down the shades 'cause my neighbors are kinda nosy

Comfy, cozy, now off with the clothes-y

Can I get a witness? (Body like fitness)

Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right

Mmm, lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings

In my ear to put my hormones in gear

Now momma's little baby loves toast and jam

Melts in your mouth, but not in your hands

(Black push) separates the boys from the men

You can knock like a Jehovah, but you can't get in

Maybe you can get a scoop if you really all of that

And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back

Now I may not be a lady, but I'm surely all woman

So check it, the proof is in the puddin'

Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? (What?)

Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? (What?)

Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick?

I wanna get a taste of your pudding

Must be Jell-O 'cause pudding don't jiggle like that

Yeah, ain't that a fact?

Pull out your spoon and let's begin the mixin'

Always in the bedroom, never in the kitchen

You can get busy with your head beneath the blanket

Flippin' it, spankin', gettin' butt-naked

'Cause women in the '90s want more from a brother

Than a part-time mother who's wack undercover

So brothers, do your duty when it comes to the bedroom

Don't let him eat the puddin' if he ain't got the headroom

So dip, dip, dive if you wanna be a diver

Spot the helmet with a light like an old gold miner

No need to taste test, the pudding's always fresh

So brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess

Can I get my spoon in? (No way)

Yo, can I get my spoon in? (No way)

Yo, can I get my spoon in? (No way)

I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for some puddin' today

Now I eats more puddin' than old folks play Bingo

Barker Lewis can't lose and send tons of mingo

What about Atlanta? Choose more gifts than Santa