Cappadonna - Bedroom Interview lyrics

[Intro: Stanley Steels (Cappadonna)] Start the pompum circumstance music, this a graduation (You know how we do), Cappadonna, Stan Steels, just a Specialist You like that Spark, Donna [Cappadonna] Baby girl you wine like a hoola dance You looking real nice, gotta give you a chance I can your p**y right through your tight pants Poppin' out your whip, girl got the right stance How bout some Crystal, we can burn a branch Maybe later we can take it back to the ranch You got it going on, baby, with ya ill Prada When it come to a**, girl, got a whole lotta I'm feeling you, come on, roll with the Don Dada C-A-P, all in the club, with my G-A-T I keep a fly b**h right next to me Lay my mack game down, and I flex my G I'm an off-the-hook-n***a, Supermodel king Fly girl book n***a, love the way you move ya a** And it shook n***a, let me blow it out the frame Girl you gorgeous, and your whole crew's the same [Chorus: Cappadonna (Stanley Steels)] Aiyo, this b**h is incredible I'm try'nna get me a bedroom interview Excuse me, ma, let ya girl get in front of you This is Don-Don, love you with ya thong on, tell me to sign, boo (Aiyo, that a** is exceptional I'm try'nna get me a bedroom interview Excuse me, ma, let ya girl get in front of you This is Stanley Steels, and I'mma Specialist, check the credentials) [Hook: female (Stanley Steels)] Uh-huh, uh-huh, papi show me what you talkin' bout (yeah) (Uh-huh, uh-huh, I got the dick-down, bedroom crown you wanna see?) Uh-huh, uh-huh, I think I like the way it's going down (yeah) (Uh-huh, uh-huh, we can end the chat right now, tell me how it sound Do you wanna leave?) [Stanley Steels] Aiyo, Steels probably king of the mattress Luck, got the address, the p**y pimp's calling me MapQuest She's an actress, that's why I'm leaving my signature So I can 50 Cent me a Vivica Listen, my seven sixty, the color of CD Flowin' past these chicks a** looking like jelly fish Please, ya'll won't see me riding on PB Stomp big dicking the whip, can't you tell by the big feet Please, I got a batting average out of the park Every beat a homerun since Luck met with Spark And it's probably the Latin in him Cuz I ain't heard a mix this sick since Malone got with Shaq and 'em That's why they call him Mr. Cla**ic, it's never been the team That I play for, it's the muthaf**ing match-up Finesse flow, yo, the kid is immaculate Lynn Swan of the game, that's what it read on my jacket While ya'll sticking throwbacks to match your hat set I'm, rewriting history, so follow the concepts I'm out in Charm City whipping the baskets f** a seat's with heat, why you ask for my arm rest Luck and Donna, we the reason them chicks press We blame it on features, ya'll base it on sneakers Listen, dick game like Pole Position All I do is bob and weave, once I'm in them jeans And you can guarantee Luck is high quality Like I'm Kweli and Hi-Tek, the sonic text Please I caught my bi-chicks baking they eggs Because's the mixtapes better, plus the two go together Think about it, I'm a hot s** sizzler Beat the cat flipper, breakfast is served And you can get ya back ripped up Homey tell clip's up, I move with the curb [Chorus] [Hook] [Chorus]