Mr. Maloke: ya belly ya cheeks ya nose ya flows ya sweat ya fears ya hips ya love ya arms ya ya gloves ya feminin fat ya treasure box its ya soul its that feeling ya get when i be touching ya smell rubbin my cheeks might as well for real tell a story of pleasure untainmed unlimited am getting ya ass crazy before i spit on it
chorus: pimpin along yeah i'm reservoir foxin ´em you know i be trixin and you know i be boxin em beats down da streets to make my way home to you pleasure box crystal palace yeah i made my way through...
maloke: holy mother of loontoon island poetryspankin dat squid with da new brand slammin da doe ey fixin ya froe ey thats my rubbersoul rubbin some moe i hope you like it when i be hitchhikin on da microphone and with you in my thouths i aint never feelin alone in my dome yeah passadona passadina lets make some move into the arena oh yeax...uh!
flix: i be comin up for you to get down all day ibe thinkin of your sweetass sound that you be makin when we do get ona ride makes me sweat like in a sauna ya ponytail ll be jiggin and swingin i be thinkin of ya thys them be rockin and ringin my thoughts a be travelin home till im back in you bumpaclass zone i dont know how long i can take it hangin in this brick-hell so please break it down for me just for a second till im back in ya bumpaclass recon!