718 K-i-t, baby
You gotta keep in touch if you wanna be my lady
Like finders keepers, loosers beepers
Cellular phones, metergrams and beepers
All around my waist with the boomin bass
Bouncin up against your body if you want the taste
You can leave your name and number on the sex machine
Or better yet the address of the disco scene
And I'll come, bring some of the good homecookin
Just for you, girl, all the way from Brooklyn
Scream, shout, good lookin out
I guess that means you wanna get tooken out
So pass the peas and let me fix your plate
And let your hair down so I can set you straight
And chill, put your body on the pill
Turn to channel 9 and let me watch Benny Hill
No need to rush when I'm knowin that I'm gettin it
Relax because you see, I ain't sweatin it
Ahhh
Yeah
Yeah
I ain't sweatin it
Mike G on the run-through, scoop on the poop
Turntables take one and mics take two
Rhymes crazy fat like a baseball bat
Or some booty in your lap, and things like that
So let me see you shake that booty
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