Ab-Soul - Take Off Your Pants lyrics

[Produced by Robin Thicke] [Intro: Ab-Soul] K.Dot C4 TDE [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] I'm starin' at you and you look so good I want it in the back seat and on top of the hood And, I would do it all day if I could Put a lumberjack on and give you the wood You gotta man and that's understood But I gotta girlfriend too, this a mutual move So we do what grown folk do She had a new lit candle on the table for two A home cooked meal with the best soul food I told her "get on my plate, I'll just have you" You can sit on my face after I say grace Or I could just beat it up like I knew kung fu We ended up in the kitchen with a sink full of dishes Then I sat her on the stove like a pot when I hit it She never want me to stop when I'm in it Not even a minute until she finish Then I don't [Bridge: Ab-Soul] She works at the corner store She is so bad, so bad, so... I said "my name is Soul Store me inside you phone We need some time alone In our near future, future Cause I am tryin' to bone Whenever your man ain't home [Hook: Ab-Soul] Take off your pants, baby And come to me We done had all this drank We done smoked all this weed Take off your pants Dont be scared of me I won't hurt you girl I'll be your therapy [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] When I come from out of that p**y And I smell fresh air You lost your voice yelling "Pull my long a** hair!" Had the 112 Clan We could do it anywhere I ask her where she want it next She started staring at the stairs So we did it on the stairs And we took it upstairs Then we came back down When she came and she gave me The crown that I wear, right now Then I bounce like rubber Just in case her man come unannounced Send me a text message saying it was the bomb I send her a text like "hit me when he gone So we can continue to creep." And now I'm in the sheets 3 days out the week Freaks come out at night But I'm up in the morning And she up in the morning So we gon' f** in the morning My only problem is running out of condoms She say she on the patch, but I can't buy that [Hook: Ab-Soul] [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Knock on the door He isn't home Shes all alone Her legs so long Don't ask me whats wrong Ask me whats right Cuz I just wanna lay pipe for your info She do tricks on the dick this is how I know She make my whole sh** disappear down her throat And this a trip, she don't even choke And I beat like a heart, she can feel a pulse Beat, beat, beat, beat....