Bob Schneider - Mudhouse lyrics

Well it's four in the morning, n' in the back of the beamer Now mama, what's up? I know that you're a schemer But you can't be frontin' when it comes to this, Put down your bag of tricks, gimme a kiss I gotta castle in Paris, got a crib in the city, I said I'd get you somethin' nice, somethin' pretty...And I did And you liked it like that, the beat's so big and the beat's so fat Up in the mudhouse, over in the club, Gettin' crunk, Bling bling, I got some love for ya Ass moving so fast, can't think Big buts bouncin' up on the sink I wish you was here, but I can't be sure The night's all black and everything's a blur I got my jacket on, smokin', lookin' like juice Gotta honey on my table and my sh**'s all loose...sing! Ain't got no dope, all got's my forty Ain't got nobody, baby, I can call my shorty Got my club jeans on and my car's in a ditch Ain't that the b**h My shoes are Nicaraguan, my sock are crew I got my hair slicked back so i can check out you I got some nice sh** to say and it sounds so good You wanna write it down so when your back in the hood You check back with it as you hit the pipe and make Sweet love to it all night Up in the mudhouse, over in the club, Gettin' crunk, Bling bling, I got some love for ya Ass moving so fast, can't think Big buts bouncin' up on the sink I wish you was here, but I can't be sure The night's all black and everything's a blur I got my jacket on, smokin', lookin' like juice Gotta honey on my table and my sh**'s all loose sing! Ain't got no dope, all I got's my forty Ain't got nobody, baby, I can call my shorty