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= woman’s line

Cellphone ringing.
Voice in background: “Yo Vernon! Yo nigga, get the phone!”

Verse 1: Thrill Da Playa
Hello?
(Hey baby, what you doin’?) Playin’ tetherball
And eatin’ cream out the middle of some Oreos
I meant to call you back last night
But I was watchin a video of an Evander Holyfield fight
Next time you see your friend Michelle,
Tell her if she ain’t fake, one of my boys wanna yell
Anyway, that’s enough of that
When we gon’ hook up, so I can pack the kitty-cat?
Oh, now you wanna play the switcheroo?
Well call me back when you gon’ let me hit the coochy-coo
Just because I play the Babyface
Don’t mean that I’m a punk that won’t hang up in a lady’s face
Oh, I thought you might change your mind
‘Cause a fella like myself, I must admit, is hard to find
You coulda stuck with your ex-man
Just to chit-chat and talk about wedding plans
‘Cause I ain’t gonna talk respectfully
I talk reality, and how we can fulfill your needs sexually
The kinda stuff that’ll make you wonder
And callin’ me is cheaper than a 976 number
And I ain’t tryin’ to run game
I belong to you, so I ain’t tryin’ to prove a damn thing!
So we can do whatever, but now, all I
Wanna know is, when is we gon’ get together?

Chorus:
I hope that we can get together soon (3x)
In my room, yeh, drinkin’ a bottle of brewww …

Verse 2: Thrill Da Playa
So when you gonna let me get ya hot?
We’ll get some wine, food, and a room at the Mariott
What? Filet mignon and Parignon?
Well I was thinkin’ more Dom and lime potato chips and (?)
Baby, I ain’t bein’ cheap!
But if we gon’ be workin’ out, we don’t need to have too much to eat
I’m sure you need some work on your thighs
And for sure my third leg could use a little exercise
Hold on a second, hon —
{speaking off the phone}
Man, can’t you see I’m on the phone, runnin’ game, tryin’ to get me some?
What? If you’re gonna get perverty,
Then make sure you bring back a freaky-deaky friend for me!
{he comes back on the phone}
I’m back, baby, sorry ’bout that thing
But my boys let me know I was next on the cellular game
But anyway, onto bigger things, and better things
Like kitty-cat and ding-a-ling
I really hope you’re hearing me, and at the same time,
I hope you ain’t gettin’ the wrong idea of me
I’d love to take you to a picture show
But it’s cheaper to stay home and watch it all on HBO
‘Cause if we home and we take it,
We’ll get the hot-buttered corn, and watch the movie naked
So baby, let’s go to my room
And I hope we can get together real soon

Chorus, repeat till fade

Intro: *phone ringing*
Hello
Yo, may I speak to Kotis
Kotis, yeah this me
Yo, whatup fool? Yo, we goin to get some Hennessy man
Y’all want some Hennessy?
Yeah, I like Hennessy
Wrote a song about it
Wanna hear it
Nah
Here it go
Nah, man
Here it go
Verse 1:
Hennessy, yeah Hennessy
Yeah, this is Booty Man in the house, man, to tell you a little story
Hennessy, hennessy
Hennessy, hennessy (Here it go)
Hennessy
Lord, I wanna get me some with ENJ inside my cup
Although, I am black and brown because
these Yankees got me actin ignorant
Brothers and sisters keep messin up
Why do they got to get drizzy drunk
For some strange reason it had to be
I had to drink that Hennessy, now
Take me to another bar, take me to a ABC
So, I can get a two liter coke and a fifth of Hennessy
Take me to another bar, drop me off to the ABC
So, I can get a two liter coke and a fifth of Hennessy
Bridge:
But Rotweiller? He went to Max Liquors
Lemonhead? He went to the Edgewood Lounge
Rico? He went to get some beer and cashews
Some beer and cashews
Help me. Wont you help me?
Would you help me find my way-ay, home, home?
My momma ain’t home
Oh, help
Outro:
*Laughing and a dial tone*
You like it?
Hello?
*Operator comes on*
He must of hung up

the author requests correction sent direct to his e-mail

{ } = the fellas
( ) = the ladies

Chorus [2x]:
{Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kittyyyyy!}
Aw, kitty kitty!
{Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kittyyyyy!}
I thought I saw a puddy tat!

Bridge A [2x]:
(What you doin’?) {Nuttin’, hon! Uhh, uhh, I’m just nuttin’, hon!}
(What you doin’?) {Nuttin’, hon! Aww, honey-hon!}

Like I said, the party ain’t dead,
These girls ain’t even scared to give head!
Verse 1:
Girl, stop tryin’ to be smooth
Make way for a brother to make the first move
You’re tryin’ to act nice and sweet
‘Cause I know that you is a freak
So let a brother lick them paws
And run the tongue on the g-string draws
And tease the kitty just a little
Then stick my pole in the middle
Before I hit, let me ask
Did the dogs done hit in the path
‘Cause if they ain’t got they shots
Then the kitty might not get got
They say it ain’t got a bad bone
In any ol ‘eyes, it’s gold
So girl, don’t act seditty
Just give a brother some of that kitty!

Chorus, Bridge A

Like I said, the party ain’t dead,
All these chicken heads just scared!
Verse 2:
Kitties is cool and all that
But I like the real big cats
See, a cat got a little more strength
So they can take a little more length
You gotta feed a kitty real slow
But a cat can take a little bit mo’
So lay on down on the silk
So you can get a bowl of this milk
Then let’s do it like dogs
I wanna see ya climb the walls
And once I get in them guts
I’ma do that straight cat strut
So please don’t make a brother beg
To get inbetween them legs
Come on girl, have some pity
And give a brother some of that kitty!

Bridge B [4x]:
True dat, true dat! True dat, true dat!

Chorus

Jay-Ski:
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack came down, said “Thank you ma’am, but uh, you got change for a quarter?” Aaow!

Bridge C [4x]:
{Oh, baby!} (Hey!)

Jay-Ski:
Check it out!
Lil’ Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet eatin’ a bowl o’ cream o’ wheat
She gave me a show, whatta you know, that lil’ *hoe* was a freak! Aaow!

Bridge C

Jay-Ski:
Check it!
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner beggin’ this girl all night
She said no, he said “Oh! You gon’ come on down and take a hike, baby!”

Bridge C

Jay-Ski:
Little Bo Peep lost her sheep, eyes were full of tears
I think girl need her *LONG BLEEP*; Whoot, there it is! Aaow!

Bridge C, Bridge B, Chorus

Let me clear my throat.
69:True. Gotta send shouts out to my boys…
-95 South.
69:Cause them boys is…
-Alright, alright, alright.
69:Now, all the girls that’s comin’ to the
sixty-nine party, y’all get ready for some of
that…
-Foreplay.
69:Cause if you go…
-Come inside.
69:You gots to be…
-On the real.
69:Cause…
-Ready or not.
69:Here we come. And from this point on…
-Don’t talk. Just listen.
69:And Mr. Lemonhead…
-Give me a funky bass drop.
69:Sit back and relax and relieve your mind
and get ready for the trip to Land sixty-nine,
Where the girls are fine and full of fun
and they outnumber guys like ten to one.
We got trains, planes, and other thangs
like Dom Perignon and chicken wangs,
and a motel you can lodge at
and plenty clothes for the big money boys to flodge at.
Yeah, it’s the place to be,
guys gotta pay but girls get in free.
So, come on and have a ball
bring a comb, a toothbrush, and extra draws.
And I hate for you to miss it all,
so, you better move swift shoot the gif and get your tickets y’all.
So, tune your radio in,
cause the sixty-nine tickets go to caller number ten

Puddin Tame” could be a euphemism of “poontang”

( ) = woman’s line

Verse 1: Thrill Da Playa
Hey girlfriend, what’s yo name? I’ve been watchin’ you all night long
And the way you move that Puddin Tame has really turned me on
So get on the daaaaaance floor, and work it one mo’ gen
Push swang that Puddin Tame until the party end
I like when you grab dem hips, and move it down real slow
Round and round with that grindin’ motion, down to the floor
I know the panties you wearin’ helpin’ that thang look fine
It’s got to be dem G-string ’cause I ain’t seen no panty line
For those of y’all who don’t know, just what that Puddin Tame mean,
It’s that monkey, that kitty cat, that jumpin’ jellybean, baby.

Chorus (2x)
(What’s your thing?) Puddin Tame. Ask me again, I’ll tell you the same.
(What’s your thing?) Puddin Tame. Still the same, ain’t nothin’ changed.

Bridge:
Some like it in a bowl, some like it on a stick
Some like they Puddin nice and thin, but then some like it thick
No matter how you like it, I love my Puddin Tame
And if you ask me just one mo’ gen, I’m still gon’ say the same, uh!

Verse 2: The Rottweiler
Yo, c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon, jump, just gimme that thang
Some say it’s greed, but I just need that good ol’ Puddin Tame
Yo, and it ain’t hard, and once you start, I won’t let ya stop
I want your bowl o’ jello, baby; jus’ gimme that Puddin-Pop
Now understand if you got a man then, yo, I don’t need ya
But if you’re alone and got it goin’ on, jus’ let me freak ya
Now it’s about time, I’m down with 6-9, and ain’t no shame in my game
Up and down, round and round, even doo-doo brown,
So jus’ gimme that Puddin Tame! Uh!

Chorus

Verse 3: Thrill Da Playa
Baby, don’t get me wrong; you shakin’ dat booty to death
And when I saw that Puddin Tame, I just couldn’t help myself!
The way you move that Puddin Tame got things all in my head
It’s 69, not TLC, and I Ain’t 2 Proud 2 Beg!
There’s somethin’ ’bout that Puddin there
That’s different from the others
That one there looks just like, it should be on an album cover
And I don’t discriminate, naw, I’m not that type of fella
As long as the Puddin’s sweet, I like it chocolate or vanilla
For those of y’all who don’t know, just what that Puddin Tame mean,
It’s that monkey, baby, that kitty cat, that jumpin’ jellybean!

Chorus

Bridge

Chorus

help requested on rasta chorus

Verse 1
The Rottweiler:
17 years old, bold, tryin’ to get my slang on
Broke as a joke, uh, tryin’ my best to hang on
And if I don’t, I’ll be a failure
And I’ll tell ya, I ain’t with that, so forget that!
I get the 9 from the pawn shop layaway
Keep it in my pack and the jack men’ll stay away
Fellas gettin’ jealous, hate to see a nigga rise up
They tryin’ to size up, but punk nigga, wise up!
I pack my 9, yeah, I’m fine, and I chill with it
Shoot ‘em in a minute and just deal with it
‘Cause where I’m from, you gotta buck niggas,
If you never want to be an out-of-luck nigga
I only did what I had to do
Now they’re callin’ me the king of the avenue
Uhh, I’m shootin’ my 9 when I bail
‘Cause I’d rather go to hell than jail
‘Cause it’s survival of the fittest

Thrill Da Playa:
Yo, it was rough from the start, son
And I knew I’d be a hustler, even when I was in kindergarten
Feelin’ on the teachers and givin’ ‘em looks
And steady takin’ all the other kids’ coloring books
My momma used to try to make me study my work
But I was busy chasin’ girls, gettin’ under they skirts
And though she raised me the best she could,
Them whippin’s ain’t done me no good
And sure, I could play ball like the rest of the guys,
But yo, I always had this fear of gettin’ paralyzed
And sellin’ drugs at the time was the easy way
The easy work, easy women plus the easy pay
It had me feelin’ like I would do whatever it takes
To have a car and a woman in a couple of states
Cause I’m a professional, and you couldn’t knock it
Because I had to keep some money in my pocket
It’s survival of the fittest

[Rasta chorus]

Verse 2
The Rottweiler:
When I was comin’ up and runnin’ up,
The hoochies in my hood never took time, so I took mine
And I thought it would change, and when I got older
They just got colder, and gave me the cold shoulder
But now them hoes wanna skeeze me
Just because they see my face on TV, uhh
Them hoes be buggin’; they come a-dime-a-dozen
I’m even doin’ it with my own cousin
I got hoes ’cause I’m so rich, nigga
Never get played and laid by no trick, nigga
They only speak ’cause a brother done peeped strong
I muss my hair like Fred and get the hell on
I gots no love for them hoes, and if I did it’d be a drama,
‘Cause, trick, I only love my momma
And never have I sold a yard
But I’d do it if times got hard
‘Cause it’s survival of the fittest

Thrill Da Playa:
Comin’ up daily, gettin’ richer than rich
And all the fellas in the hood just itchin’ to snitch
But I got my stuff runnin’ so tight and legit
That the fans can’t even make a spirit to stick
So yo, they can go and find another dealer to fade;
I got a business in my name, and my taxes is paid
They only mad ’cause they bussin’ they chops
To say that I’m a millionaire because I’m cuttin’ them rocks
They can’t *fuck* with that, and even when they think they can,
I got a set-up so they only get the metal man!
I can’t see bein’ a letter to them
And locked up just because I’m doin’ better than them
I tried the right way, but they kept ignorin’ me
Saw opportunity, and I went for it, G!
It was smooth and the feds couldn’t match me
But now that I’m legit, yo, I know they’ll never catch me
It’s survival of the fittest

[Rasta chorus]

Verse 3
The Rottweiler:
Uhhh, and ow that I’m straight with the law,
I’m makin’ more money than I ever saw
But still, my 9’s what I’m alive by
I’m never slippin’ to be a victim of a drive-by
But it’s still kind of crazy
If I spend two seconds with a girl, she’s claimin’ she’s havin’ a baby
And all my girlfriends are black, and they act rude
But if I dated another color, they’d get an attitude
And my moms … yo, bless her soul
Alive, and bustin’ her ass before 25
Got a brother in a rage, uh, she ain’t a minimum woman,
So why the hell she makin’ minimum wage?
I try to give her money, but she won’t take it
She says she hates it; she doesn’t like the way I make it
I thank the Lord I’m alive. All I have to do is survive
‘Cause it’s survival of the fittest

Thrill Da Playa:
I know the feelin’, I can keep my poise
I got beepers, and all types of digital toys
And I know they think that I am sellin’ dope
And wanna keep me underneath the microscope
So they can try and take what’s mine
But I’ll burn it to shreds, before they get one dime
And to them, it’s a hurtin’ fact
Because it’s all insured, so yo, I’m gonna get it right back
And yeah, they lookin’ like dummies
They waste they time, plus they waste they taxpayers’ money
So put away your house-raidin’ tactics,
Shotguns, ski-masks, and windbreaker jackets
‘Cause ain’t no doors gettin’ kicked down
And if it is … then I suggest you skip town
Becuase my lawyer’s so good, I hope you’re packed up;
In the morning, you’ll be sleepin’ in Alaska
It’s survival of the fittest

[Rasta chorus