What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby sing relax and feel him What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby sing relax and feel him
To sex, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila Honey's call me Bigga, the condom filler Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder You know the Ep along by James Todd Smith I get swift with the lyrical gift Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans I wear thirteens, know what I mean
I fuck around and hit you with the Hennessey dick Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit The next batter, here to shatter your bladder It doesn't matter skinny or fat or
Light skinned or black, baby I drop these Boricua mommies screamin' \"Aiy papi\" I love it when they call me Big Poppa I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa
Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow Fuck Tae Kwon do, I tote a fo'-fo' For niggaz gettin' mad 'cause they bitch chose me A big black motherfucker with G ya see
All I do is separate the game from the truth Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia Gettin' physical like Olivia Newton Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed I'm guaranteed to fuck her till her nose bleed Even if your new man's a certified mack You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back
What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby sing relax and feel him What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby sing relax and feel him
Old thing back Like B I double G I E, with some R U L E Notorious know to bust in your E Y E, baby baby Bitches know they love and hate me
I come, you come, we come with back some maybe How close we came to coming together is crazy How come you ain't your sis with similar faces When I come you be cryin' like I'm killin' ya bitches
You know there's a bigger picture than the camera rolled 'Cause I only got to knowin' how the shits unfolded Back shots through the rear, got the mack unloaded Got a reload, like every so-often
Sayin' I got my swagger back I'm lookin' like bitch, my swagger never left But we so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back
What you wanna do? What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby sing relax and feel him What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby sing relax and feel him
Is my mind playin' tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick Willie D, havin' nightmares of girls killin' me She mad because what we had didn't last I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
Fuck the past let's dwell on the 500 SL The E&J and Ginger Ale The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamin's Another hun's in the crib, please send her in
I fuck nonstop, lick my lips a lot, used to lick the clits a lot But lickin' clits had to stop 'Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below Peep the funk flow, really though
I got the cleanest, meanest, penis Ya never seen this stroke of genius So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit I mean the Spandex and hit my man next
Sex gettin' rougher when it come to the nut buster Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em And if I'm caressin' 'em, I'm undressin' 'em
Fuck whatcha heard who's the best in New York For fillin' fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick And when I'm done I got to split, shit
What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby sing relax and feel him What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby sing relax and feel him