Sir Michael Rocks - I Wanna Do lyrics

[Intro] The World's Freshest you b**h Cha Uh Yeah Bet you be about You know I wanna do it[x3] b**h you know I wanna do it You know I wanna do it [Verse 1:] Uh Yeah I wanna buss it open in the mornin' Like presents on Christmas day Dick was all she wanted Ain't nothing like them freaky b**hes from California That coochie juicy Thumbin that booty when I'm bonin Peep that from the back that show you How s**y the lot can share Freaky ho from Valley though she know that it's a rap for that Matter fact, some fool spent some racks and bought a ring for that Freshly pack the magnets, keep them ratchets out my habitat It's obvious the sh** I wanna do to you I chillin with the quick so bring some b**hes shorty So go'on an get to it don't ask permission And I think I'm feelin you friend so let's pull a switcheroo f**ing you since 1 or 2 Out the door by 3 or 4 Who I share the dick with, shut yo lip with That's fo' me to know I need it tho Some green to blow b**h go f** yo check off When its finshed know u f**in' wid a gangsta b**h [Chorus:] You know I wanna do it [x8] [Verse 2:] Yeah, I wanna f** her in the afternoon My b**h babysit, we f** in the family room Girl, I'm in the mood, so take that lil' fool to school It's polo jaws on my balls,I don't f** with you tonight Low fit in that Versace light?, so cold if you rock it bright Jump in on them monkeys, b**h, you monkey you went shoppin' right 4Gs on my car so tight, been purple barred with ice Clean on them hunkeys, b**h, you monkey, I'm a star tonight So make yo wish b**h, I'll straight legit, b**h Whip em 3.5 to 36, now that big dick Now make a wish b**h, I'm straight legit b**h Whip one 3.5 to 36, now that big dick yea [Chorus] [Verse 3:] [Sir Michael Rocks] So if you see me with tricks, you know I just hit a jug You wanna shine with a n***a, I think you definitely should Cause when I step on the set, I f** yo rep in the hood But I got a rep in Tibet, I pull the Tech on a monk A real a**hole, badboy, I don't play sports The type of guy make your thighs get a divorce That's right, anytime of the day you down for the ride I'm findin' a way, rain, sleet, hail, snow, no job in the way Look, homie, I stay hustlin' and toll takin' These b**h n***as, I can't fail them I can't imagine that type of life you livin' Ain't no champagne where you sittin' Ain't a damn thing on yo body fittin' You watchin' Twilight, n***a But all the thotties that you ain't gettin' I don't give a f** They shadow clones They wanna be us Bussing my cut Being the blood and guts You gotta bless the bottle It seems the only kingdom that we read in bibles Is closer than we really know Just let me remind you [Chorus]