La Menage lyrics

Artist  : Black Sheep 
Song : La Menage



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[Featuring Q-Tip]
Intro
Listen, hon, I
mean, ah, as slamming as you are and all that
good
stuff;
It ain't doing me no good out
here cause you got too many clothes on.
So why
don't we just take this cab and uh, slide on
uptown and uh,
slip outta this
uncomfortableness of the world around us. Do you
know
what, you know what I am saying babes?
Matter of fact uhhhhh
First Verse
Listen to
me honey,
Ah, honey listen here please.
If
sexy were a virus,
Then you have a
disease.
Slamming is your styling
Let me
speak for a while and
Tell you all about the
grand slamming.
(Why are you
smiling?)
Let's do the uptown slide,
Don't
need a transfer or auto ride.
We only need a
cab with us inside.
Finally finally we got
uptown,
And when we got uptown,
Honey's
drawers came down.
Did the audio
visual,
She had the residual.
Bah bah Dres,
now tell me have U.N.E. Pull.
I said honey
uhhh, again I said it slow.
Coming out the
boxers and my joint will surely grow.
Then she
started feeling,
Yes it was appealing.
I
thought of slamming girlfriend from the floor to
the ceiling.
We started five play,
She said
that she would come.
I said it wasn't four
play,
Because I used my thumb.
Nibbled on
her neck,
Oh, what the heck,
She said, 'One
two, one two' and went down for a mike
check.
Her mike sounds nice check one.
Her
mike sounds nice check two.
She did this 'till
it was all gone.
I told her to slow
down.
But she kept on.
Chorus
And on,
and on, and on, she kept on > repeated four
times
(added during second line)
You gotta
do something about those wisdom teeth
baby.
(added during fourth line)
Though
your sounding as good as a CD.
Second
Verse
Everything was Dolby, or rather was
ok.
She was playing Frito and I play the
Lay.
Then I heard a knock only to hear a voice
say.
Yo, you can't have a show without the
DJ.
I entered in my drawers.
To show that I
was live.
The hoe didn't believe that I was
nine point five.
She said, 'Let me see it
Lawnge, may I see it please?'
I said, 'Yeah,
get a good look. Drop to your knees.'
I was
erectified. I gave her the proof.
And then I
suggested a little roof roof.
She was uptight,
I said, 'Hon, there's nothing wrong,
I'm the
sugar dick daddy Mista Lawnge.
Don't get
offended by the position I recommended.
Doggy
style is my shit.
The bottom is what I
hit.
I didn't eat her,
Or Rita, just beat
her,
Bonita, Bonita,
Bonita
Uhhhhhhh!
Verse Three: Q-Tip
Tip
and Sugar Dick, blazing trails of evil.
Lawnge
you got the felt 'cause I sure 'nough got the
needle.
Now put them on the arm that pertrudes
like a stick.
And live up to your
name,
Mista Lawnge Sugar Dick.
As the
dookie hits the fan,
Here comes the horny
man
To finish up the task.
So I'm scopein
out that ass.
Lawnge, she wants it,
Her
hands spread the butt cheeks.
Tip plus Lawnge
plus hoe equals wet sheets.
Outtro
God
damn.
Yo, somebody give me,
A horny
time.
Somebody give me a ho.
Spread the
ass.
Just give me a ho.
No man.
Somebody
give me a ho.
I'm gonna come in your
face.
Somebody give me a ho.
I'm coming, in
your face.
Somebody give me a ho.
I'm gonna
come in your face.
Somebody give me a
ho.
Bitch just let me pee on you.
Let me
pee on you.
Let me pee on you.
Somebody
give me a ho.
I've got the anal sun
god.
I've got the anal sun god.
Let me pee
on you.
Somebody give me a
ho.
Ahhhhhhhh.
I can't hold it no
more.
Chorus
for the two insert lines
put
Somebody give me a ho