A-Plus - Sup Doder (What's the Re?) lyrics

[Female voice] How do I know you're any good? [Male voice] I'll give you a free sample [Male voice] And if you like it we'll team up [Male voice] If not, no hard feelings [Female voice] Fair enough [Tajai] Indeed her body is bad true Her hair is wit Mos def, I'm impressed by her style of dress A retro, strange get up Lookin' like a Betty Page pinup Make me wanna release the pimp in me Who stays pent up For days like these skirts lit up Boustiere the type to tease Rosy lips have me frozen stiff Watchin' her tongue flick As she rolled a spliff I approached amidst the smoky mist Spoke to the Miss in ways I'm known to And once transfixed by my gaze We moved on to Bigger and better nightcaps To relax the synapsys syntact That make her want to contact my mattress Tumbling gymnastics Is calculated movements no time for fumbling She shucked her clothes Contorted into a pose, I Couldn't oppose the long stem rose Protruding for my robe, she strolled to the windows And made for sho' the shades was closed And then I "supdoder?" Then I "what's the re'd?" her Then I or g'd her [Opio] sh** I had to meet her Freak her like Derek Jeter did Mariah Orgasm messiah n***a I freed her Her boyfriend's a crack dealer Flashin' on her straight wife beater Drawn down with the nine heater Tryin' to slap the handcuffs on her when he the criminal Real women know you can only pimp a ho Don't try to get physical Cuz she gon' s** another dick And oh it might be mine I bust her out she walkin' pigeon-toed Then I cast with the fishin' pole Catch her in the indigo see-through She feel an O And it's oh Jesus Cause she's just the type to let me have it all, see So I had a ball [Scratched] I hit it, I did it I admit it And we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did it Say you're g'in (g'in?) g'in But anyway they beg for more and that's for sure I hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit it Sup doe, sup doe, SUP DOE! Supdoder then I "what's the re'd?" her Then I g'd her [A-Plus] Now, the Souls n***as don't say "What up love" or "yo" We see a pretty thing and be like "Sup doe!" She prob'ly wit' it if you keep your body fitted If you bumming with no money she bouncin' like somebody sh**ted But that's cool though, cuz in the rules bro Win or lose there's always someone else to choose yo That's the case in this rat race Whether she skinny and pretty or bangin' with a wack face, I Met a broad on the street, she said call her Denise Sportin' a green Nautica fleece Ha, that's cute prob'ly her man's coat That'll stop me the day I see somethin' on land float Put in your hand wrote the phone number down About a week and two days pa**ed Plus wanna slumber now Supdoder, then I "stammine'd" her Then I g'd her [Phesto Dee] Yeah it's permanent work on my hip, I'm that swift Terry Kirby and Terrell Owens had a fifth You know them two live crew Dancer short and make you thick Hawaiian black siren lookin' like Salma Hayek With inflated pecs she playin' water polo 'Bout to start a riot at the Hyatt by the Colliseum what's the re I'm like sup doe! I see it's all (fiat?) She said "what's that in your sweatpants a six foot kayak? Frightened' like she on a dick diet had me inspired At times you can say her mouth put up a whole lot of silence The whip cream shootin' on her a**, tits and thighs I'm no Ca**anova but I pole her while I hold a Motorola And rollin' dosia if I know she's sober That I only light in the room at the flash of my busy busy Minolta She electrify when I'm erect with s**ual voltage Bust out pole position if she f**in' with the Souls Of Mischief [Scratched] I hit it, I did it I admit it So then we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did it Say you're g'in (g'in?) g'in But anyway they beg for more and that's for sure I hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit it Sup doe, sup doe, SUP DOE! Supdoder then I "stammine'd her" Then I g'd her