Ghostface k**ah - Last Night (Skit) lyrics

(Telephone rings 6x) Yeah.. I dunno no that b**h bugged out she f**in other n***as girl(hello?) Hey! Hey! Where was you at last night? Yo!She didn't pick up Guess she was gettin her clit eat up I let it ring a whole bunch of times before I hung up No mind I just finished diggin her out Wit my boxers on and I had my joint in her mouth Gaggin er an sh** lookin down at the b**h laughing I"m bout to smash that p**y like baby asprins I"m f**in her Like I had feelings for da b**h I caught feeling for da b**h f** if Pretty Tone's whipped! If I wasn't whipped why I keep giving up my dick? Like its voodo on da kid I keep s**in on her clit From the bed to the bathroom Toney diggin her down Sweatin bullets like we in the ring going some rounds Miss Lucy, eatin sushi playin wit her coochie On some Lil Kim sh** tattooed right up on her booty That said "Beat you five beans you can't even move me!" Know how to work her p**y muscles when yo dick is in that cootie That's right Yeah her nookie's the bomb She had n***as wrapped around her middle finger like the female Fonz But any way you wan..I'm call her again Do-Do-Do-Do-Do(dialing on phone) If she diss me I'ma f** up her Benz (Background sample) Hello?(woman) Hey!(man) Hello?(woman) Hey women! This is the second time I called you! So what!(woman) I decided to update my groove Partyin hard and stayin on the move Playin it cool, takin 'em as they come Not rushing into love with anyone (Chorus) Last night changed it all I really had a ball (repeat twice) Phone rings [Outro: girl (Ghostface k**ah) and Theodore Unit] Damn, n***a, stop f**in' touchin' me (Come on, ma, I thought you had an ant on your leg) Man, you know I ain't have no f**in' ant on me {This n***a Starks got ants in his car!} (Muthaf**a! You got ants in your mouth, b**h!) *Aiyo, Tone, aiyo, Tone, watch the way you drivin', man It's snowin' right now!* (Muthaf**a, I got it, n***a I got it!) *Your drinkin' and drivin' and sh*** (Muthaf**a.. give me another shot of that goose I mean come on, give me some more Goose n***a!) *Aiyo son sweatin' bullets back here and sh**, g* Yo roll the window down, yo, he bowling ball head, he bowling ball head (Yo, aiyo, I n***a, thrown over my sh**) Man, f** that sh**, Starks who the f** record over it (Yo listen, baby, I camp real slow right now) Man f** this Muthaf**a we in the Bronx, man! Be quiet, yeah you right (hold on, hold on) Oohh sh**... that's that Theodore sh** right here, g! Submitted by Triston Murray at tkam542yahoo.com