| Ready, willin', and able
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| Here comes the new modern day Dark Gable
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| On the mattress and on the box springs
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| Girls, they wanna sport me like bamboo earrings
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| The go-getter, the skins-hitter
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| And if your girl says she met me, I probably did her
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| Word up, the sex super stud
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| I jump your bones like ten Crips against one Blood
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| (Nasty!) The N-A-S-T-Y
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| Ready for action if you wanna see why
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| So come on, and let’s do this
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| As I tiptoe through your tulips
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| Like Moses, I part them legs like the Red Sea
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| And then I plant somethin' deadly
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| Poundin' and poundin', is how I’m servin' this
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| Makin' it look like your bed is goin' through turbulence
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| Lots of lust, between the two of us
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| The sign on my Jimmy says, «Kidney's or bust,» so
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| I shove deeper than the voice of Barry
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| To make you hit high notes like Mariah Carey
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| It’s like a Morris Day jerkout
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| To put you in more positions than a Jane Fonda workout
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| I’m ready to tear down walls
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| You say let’s chill, but to hell with that
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| I’m not Aaron Hall, so…
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| (Give it in)
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| I paid the cost to be the boss
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| Like with that HIV rumor they tried to toss
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| But I’m so good with the women that if I ever caught AIDS
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| A woman doctor’d find a cure just so she could get laid
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| So never fear my dear, just come on over here
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| I practice safe sex, with girls I lay next
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| In other words, the J-hat's on the head
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| Cause I’m too sexy for AIDS like Right Said Fred
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| So can I touch you there, huh? |
| Huh?
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| I like to take my, time, whenever, I’m
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| Massagin' my fingers through a girl, ooh-wee
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| I leave her wet, just like her beaver had a Jheri curl
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| Then I begin to hit those skins
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| So baby doll, let let me in
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| And if you’re the slight bit tight from virginity.
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| . |
| vaseline on me!
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| (Give it in)
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| Just another pervert that loves to flirt
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| With a skirt so at a concert, girls stay alert
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| Cause I be hoppin' on 'em just like a frog
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| I run through, a Luke video, like it’s a smorgasbord
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| I start sweatin', my back gets to humpin'
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| Then I thump and I thump and I thump and I thump
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| I don’t carry a gun but I’m packin' somethin' lethal
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| One of the last she-BOINKIN people
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| So come on Miss Thing don’t front
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| You got me on a hunt, and you know what I want, that
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| U-S-S-Y, wait, that’s not the way, oh
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| Pass the Peas like they used to say!
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| And when I give you this fat one
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| You gotta guard your grill, honey
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| Nonononononono, not that one.
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| Because I give girls the grand slam
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| I’m like a radio station; |
| continuous jams
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| Give it to me, give it to me |