Brown skinned cutie with a big bootie
 And two big tootie toots up front  check it
 Your butt naked premonitions have been dissed
 Mr. Me Being A Ho has just drifted into the abyss
 So we won't twist up like pretzels
 And set your sights on a bona fide ho requisites
 If any of these sentences have you confused
 I'll make it simple just for you  check it

 CHORUS
 No, you can't get my number
 No, I'm not going home with you after the jam
 Check it out - emphatically no

 [Next verse, time to make your head burst]

 Baby, I just met you
 How could you expect me to respect you
 And lay next to you in the bedroom?
 And let you boom-boom pow-pow with my face down
 Just because you think I'm cute?
 I got suped boots and all of your pursuits
 Have led to the bed so we can go dilla
 So we can go loup-de-lay
 I'm not your baby, I don't wanh-wanh
 You pitiful excuse for a house-trained pet
 You're just stress and aggravation
 Just because you said come over
 Don't mean I wanna smell your stinkin' breath
 So...

 CHORUS

 Listen, mister, you may possess to be in
 Yes, we could be friends or perhaps we could go out on a date
 Then again...no
 Cuz you get no wins for Salt-N-Pepa
 We're more than just a pair of flavored skin (??)
 ??? grand finale
 We're on our way to Cali first-class
 So miss, I truely wish you would dash
 And stop rubbin' up on my buttcheeks
 See...

 CHORUS

 Hell no, now bust it
 Yes, I'd like a drink, but I don't think
 That you can get me drunk enough to lay with your skunk
 On your patch armpits, make me wanna hot spit
 Hot spa-doohy, groovy guy you're not
 Glances at my chest
 Freshie, you're lusting for my flesh
 Slow like a mole that can't find his hole
 Float cousin, the hornets keep buzzin' as I say...

 CHORUS