Kutt Calhoun - Sex To the Beat lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Aye, a n***a came to party 151 Rum, Bacardi Pineapple juice and Malibu get it started Then, Oh Lordy, I seen a big booty shawty [Hook x2: Krizz Kaliko] To the beat, s** I'mma beat that To the beat, s** I'mma beat that To the beat, s** I'mma beat that To the beat, s** (Knock, knock it out the bottom) [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I got rhythm When the women see me on stage Later on we s**ually engaged, that's what I give 'em Strokes full of energy Beat it like my enemy Watch a n***a centipede on lemon, Sprite, and Hennessey Pumpin on the thick woman is my thang Crunk on a b**h, bumpin to my game 57th Street, got the legged D Cum on a big???? Tech's immaculate, but when I style, checkin' all the b**hes gon' KNOW (cha) That I pump the magic, when the people ask, when the meat's mola**es they GLOW (cha) Hit it hard, then it's scarred Dig it til it's split apart Get it when it's witted Clitted, pivots, quit it when it's dark Then wake up in the mornin' Straight to the beat we bonin' No, we not kiddin' so I guess you can say we grownin' (kids cheering) And you can smell that Steamin' hell cat Cause I swell that, long dong Play wit it like her own toy If you can feel that Run and tell that, run and tell that, home boy, ho ho home boy [Hook] [Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] Yo young baby what you do-lien, do-lien? Yeah, you heard of me That Mr. Bunk Rock, hit your funk spot Long dong home-no-lien Got a s** jacket for screw-lien Too-lien b**bies and booties (The Kutty Coochie King) Now they crownin me nubian (Kutty Calzone) Once I stuff it, then it's a wrap full of sausage You done sauced it, Porky Piggin' you from the back Cause I'mma Beat-deet beat-deet that meat-deet 'til you start twe-deeking out ya sheets Once you beat-deat then I'm gon' skeet-deet I'm out gon' be screechin down your streets To the rhythm of the kick drum b**hes wantin to get their clits sprung Hen and Bacardi gets the dick numb That was the old me To all the women who know'd me Promoted by word of mouth to the noseys Life was like pickin' up women off I was pickin' up different b**hes nightly More off to stick my dick in them, YEAH I was quite sinister, all ya hoes I remember ya But Now that I'm married got a wife that I be hittin up [Hook] [Verse 3: Bizzy] Look, bizzle, naw OK we looking for the peanut bu*ter milk shake thick misses Throwing dick all up in your b**hes Young Bizz from the middle of the map With my n***a Techa Nina better guard your chickens I'm due for a little bit of sticking Might even do a little bit of licking Gotta be bad for that treatment, you tell a soul you might end up missing I be giving them hell in the sheets Might feel like your p**y inhaling a beast Don't be up in that thing for weeks, but give a bianca an hour at least Gotta pop that P when I'm in that V that let's me know you G Stay with me s**ing you is all i need f**ing to Jodeci Bang bang like pops When I'm in the pink I don't stop If your p**y good when I pull up out you better guard your grill or get shot (Blaow) Ain't no discussion when them Vickies drop I'm going in Setting your a** up to knock it down like a bowling pin Pistols between the mattresses going off while I'm tapping it Gripping and smacking it hopefully I get s**ed up after this This sh** right here for the hoes with heavy duty bootys Gotta f** me to the beat whenever you get the chance to screw me na na [Hook]