Rap Entering Another Level Records - Seventeen lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoov-E] Had this...young broad lookin' edible Had to...fit her into my schedule Cause she...lookin' back all s**ual Heard her...do serve impeccable So I...bring the girl to my house Then she...put my dick in her mouth She would...take it in, take it out I wanna...bring her in and bang her out So I...pulled her hair and slapped her bottom Took a...step back and shagged her rotten Mr. Smoov, bis-quit makes you breakfast Do it...old school style mashed potatoes And the... whole time we were seventeen Didn't... even know if you a felony But you... looked too good Ready to f** So I take a breath And test my luck [Chorus: Smoov-E] Oh baby I just really wanna piece of that a** (that a**) You're tryin' a get me locked up You're seventeen, yea But you're shaking it like a la** (like a la**) You're tryin' a get me locked up [Verse 2: Smoov-E] Pulled this young broad intellectual Had this big booty incredible Took her to the back of my vesterole And gave her hot strokes with my vegetable She was with her parents at the mall Now she off with me breakin' the law Is it prim and trim or straight up ballin' To take a problem child, problem solved Do i have to wait and let it last Or do i alternate and let it pa** If you throw the breaks nad hit the gas AND I Put it up in your a** Now your young age could be a problem But that's bull sh** like jaywalking She was always out every night Now she hangin' with me hittin' it right [Chorus: Smoov-E] Oh baby I just really wanna piece of that a** (that a**) You're tryin' a get me locked up You're seventeen, yea But you're shaking it like a la** (like a la**) You're tryin' a get me locked up [Verse 3: Smoov-E] Had this young broad just lookin' hard At the driver's seat of her daddy's car With her out sayin' i know you are You're my most favorite rapping star Had to bring this girl to my show And she brought her friends Who brought the blows So i got the girl all alone In the backseat of going on and on Bust quick rolled a doobie Hand to slick my hair And tie my shoe It's a routine nothin' new With a back made revenue She was too young and ill-advised So she better not go testify These police hand cuffs means She can't get enough' a me [Chorus: Smoov-E] Oh baby I just really wanna piece of that a** (that a**) You're tryin' a get me locked up You're seventeen, yea But you're shaking it like a la** (like a la**) You're tryin' a get me locked up