Paroles:
Silk Ahh

Whatchu got on? For real? Quit playin' You know I want it right here, right? You know what I'm tryin' to hear you say, right? You know, well, check this

[Intro] Whatchu got on? For real? Quit playin' You know I want it right here, right? You know what I'm tryin' to hear you say, right? You know, well

plan to bang (Bombs over Baghdad) (Ahh, yeah) Don't even bang Unless you plan to hit something (Bombs over Baghdad) (Ahh, yeah) Don't pull the thang

I thought My hands like maverick started to wander Left and right then wound up behind her Face to face and chest to chest and ohh like a spindle of silk

Freak me baby, ahh yeah Freak me baby Freak me baby, ahh yeah Freak me baby Let me lick you up and down 'Til you say stop Let me play with your body

Somebody tell me who's that? What's that? It's the man with the silk drawers stuck up his butt crack Don't even front and try to ask who is this 'Cause

[foul mouthed girl yelling at Bill on the phone] [Bushwick Bill] You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear Gotta start with the right material

wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make

here lyrical mace And if you don't know, y'all better recognize I'm coming through with speed, with pounds of weed Verse Two: B-Real Ahh shit, another