Kool Keith - Photo Session lyrics

[Kool Keith] Yeah I like that little leopard furry outfit I love it You gonna get pregnant wearin' that Put on this blindfold Turn around, don't look at me Pull your panties to the side I know this girl with boots on, she's turned on by wearin' G-strings She likes her thongs with my fingers all between her cheeks She go-go dance, strip at clubs on the road for weeks Shakin' her fannies, come here girl, let me feel them panties Spread your legs, and co*k the booty, spread the pink fa-rutti Not Ray Moore, no mattress here, baby on the floor With helmets and masks, grease up in that an*s fast Back door delivery, the mailman remember me Don't front now, them breasts are ready, I'ma milk the cow With rockets that blow, paralyze your an*l sockets My fantasy is hidin' used condoms in your pockets while you chill, here's a towel, plus your Ma**engil That's word like Pete Rock's, let's freshen up that funk box I pump like diesel fuel, stamina speed, strong as a ox Takin' a shower, run the steam water for a hour That's word I'm naked you can best believe I don't fake it Pull off your bra straps, and jerk off on your pretty kneecaps Yeah.. Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X) Can I see your panties girl? You wanna take em off Dye your hair blonde, hook up your weave and call Steve for the photo session (yeah..) [Kool Keith] Got my tripod set up for photographs, you get wet Pull my p**no tapes out, while you listen to Keith Sweat That's no joke, I do construction now your rectum's broke No matter how famous the an*l beads are for your an*s Your girlfriend is sloppy, a dyke, tryin' to be so co*ky I stuck a broom between her punchin' coochie like I'm Rocky She was excited from the rip out, she pulled my tip out My cape is on with latex, I make vaginas flip out Open your rear end, with tools before you count to ten That's word to moo moo, know how I'm trained to move that boo boo Back them two b**bs, you on the tape with seven dudes Your temperature's more beyond to sleep with Michael Jackson You want interviews, in locker rooms, movie action Camcorders R. Kelly, or Russell peein' on your belly Smelly socks from Laker players, you can s** they jocks I walk in projects, and underwears on Bronx blocks Send Tampax FedEx while I slip on condoms you drink Beck's Hold up your bu*t right, cause Vinica can make you tight All Night Long , like Mary Jane finger-poppin' Girls Luscious drawers, I keep my penis movin' in your jaws Swallow it baby Chorus 1.5X [Kool Keith] Intensive care, you're pretty, climbi'n on the toilet seat Puttin' fingers in bu*tholes, through your cracks I defeat Word is bond, remove your Stayfree it'll turn me on Put on your freaky jacket, bend over, let me smack it Move in your room while my penis stretch, hit the moon Open your back and see them buns shine when you jack up On Greyhound buses we can check in at a sleazy motel Sign contracts, and do a dirty scene, in a hotel Manufactured, distribution while you keep on douchin' We'll make you a star, we'll film tonight, at this bar Two hundred men, wackin' off, you on the tablecloth She's in the center dressed up, like it's cold in winter No domination, hide your panties in the Amtrak station Shoot off your load, see the Caddy comin' down the road Baby got back, rub my hand up all up in that crack Nurse that breast, titty milk can give me stimulation I throw your legs your perfume, give me motivation I drop service...yeah! Chorus 2X