Mista Lawnge - La Menage lyrics

[Intro: Dres] Listen, hon, I mean, ah, as slamming as you are and all that good stuff, it ain't doing me no good out here because... You have too many clothes on So why don't we just take this cab and uh, slide on uptown and uh, slip outta all of this uncomfortableness of the world around us Do you know what, you know what I am saying babes? Matter of fact, uhhhhh... [Verse 1: Dres] Listen to me honey Ah, honey listen here please If s**y were a virus Then you'd have a disease Slamming is your styling Let me speak for a while and Tell you all about the grand slamming (Why you smiling?) Let's do the uptown slide Don't need a transfer or auto ride We only need a cab with us inside Finally finally we got uptown And when we got uptown Honey's drawers came down Did the audio visual She had the residuals Bah bah Dres, now tell me have U.N.E. Pull I said honey, uhhh, again I said it slow Coming out the boxers and my joint will surely grow Then she started feeling Yes, it was appealing I thought of slamming girlfriend from the floor to the ceiling We started five play She said that she would come I said it wasn't four play Because I used my thumb Nibbled on her neck Oh, what the heck She said, 'One two, one two' and went down for a mike check Her mike sounds nice check one Her mike sounds nice check two She did this 'til it was all gone I told her to slow down But she kept on [Hook] And on, and on, and on, she kept on And on, and on, and on, she kept on (You gotta do something about those wisdom teeth baby) And on, and on, and on, she kept on Though you're sounding as good as a CD [Verse 2] [Dres] Everything was Dolby, or rather all's OK She was playing Frito and I play the Lay Then I heard a knock only to hear a voice say... [Mista Lawnge] Yo, you can't have a show without the DJ I entered in my drawers To show that I was live The ho didn't believe that I was nine point five She said, 'Let me see it Lawnge, may I see it please?' I said, 'Yeah, get a good look. Drop to your knees.' I was erectified. I gave her the proof And then I suggested a little woof woof She was uptight, I said, 'Hon, there's nothing wrong I'm the sugar dick daddy Mista Lawnge Don't get offended by the position I recommended Doggy style is my sh** The bottom is what I hit I didn't eat her Or Rita, just beat her Bonita, Bonita, Bonita Uhhhhhhh! [Verse Three: Q-Tip] Tip and Sugar Dick, blazing trails of evil Lawnge, you got the felts 'cause I sure 'nough got the needle Now put them on the arm that protrudes like a stick And live up to your label Mista Lawnge Sugar Dick As the dookie hits the fan, in comes the horny man To finish up the task, so I'm scopin' out that a** Lawnge, she wants it Her hands spreads the bu*t cheeks Tip plus Lawnge plus the ho equals wet sheets [Outro] God damn Yo, somebody give me A horny time Somebody give me a hole Spread the a** Just give me a hole No man Somebody give me a hole I'm gonna come in your face Somebody give me a hole I'm coming, in your face Somebody give me a hole I'm gonna come in your face Somebody give me a hole b**h just let me pee on you Let me pee on you Let me pee on you Somebody give me a hole I've got the an*l tongue darts I've got the an*l tongue darts Let me pee on you Somebody give me a hole Ahhhhhhhh I can't hold it no more [Hook] And on, and on, and on, she kept on (Repeat until fade)