Kool Keith - Can I Touch Ya Butt Girl? lyrics

[Kool Keith] Clayborne Family [Chorus] Can I touch ya bu*t girl? Can I squeeze ya bu*t girl? Can I feel ya bu*t girl? Can I touch it? Can I touch ya bu*t girl? Can I squeeze ya bu*t girl? Can I feel ya bu*t girl? [Kool Keith] Honey with the gloss white diamonds, frosty lips Movin with hypnotic sips Movin the packer, I'm in the ride, leanin to the side Turnin up the Bar-Kays Firecracker, the parking lot macker Maxi, Stacy, women sport the Stay Free Like Prince all the panties hit the floor in one room in Paisley With Naughty By Nature, stippin Stoli Peach on the rocks with Vinnie, Treach and KayGee Volume up, the club is open, nothin closin at 3 V.I.P. comes reserved, with Ronnie B Are you blind out there, can Ronnie see? The power of the Miramax picture Hold up girl, wait a minute, players don't rush Hold the cards, please, I'ma get wit'cha Ladies ready for departure, show ID let me card ya I see the T-backs through your slacks I like it jiggly a little larger [Chorus] [uncredited rapper] In the club I enter the room In the ladies room where the flows {?} soon Heartbeats cold sweats, game and jets Let's 5000, let's jet No hon, I just came, I ain't done She owes me cash, she paid up one Next chick, nitpick, dip necks Lick we jacko man took his sh** We in the club, you slip we serve Back in the club gettin clipped nuttin heard Two-steppin, game lethal weapon Chicks I'm checkin every second Blood hit slide as you outsiders want what {?} No outsiders, we all riders We party hard, doin the club Gettin no love from sharin the bub [Chorus] [uncredited rapper] Yo what'chu gonna do now (what?) It's all messed up now (tell 'em) The club rushed up, crunked up now Chickens all f**ed up on Bacardi now The spot blown up, yo they wanna go nuts It can go now, yeah We out of control, we out of your mold We broke it, 10 years ago (10 years) We start to roll, I can go 50/50 (ooh) Aiyyo you out of your goal (that's right) You out of your reach, we comin now it's the beast (peace) Big and brolic, we pa** the chronic (yeah) Freaks jump on it... YEAH! And from the back n***a, I pumped on it Top finesse East coast right back to West Snap your neck, EPMD style Aiyyo we stackin them checks We buy the bar out (yeah) beef cookout We bring the mob out (where we at) Tony Draper style, Suave House [Outro] Can I touch ya bu*t girl? Can I squeeze ya bu*t girl? Can I feel ya bu*t girl? Can I touch it? Can I touch ya bu*t girl? Can I squeeze ya bu*t girl? Can I feel ya bu*t girl? Can I touch it?