bout a hip hop doll
 Babe when you feel me  ooh  how you thrill me
 You are my hip hop doll
 Yes  baby  would you go with me once and for all
 And then when you squeeze me  ooh how you please me
 You are my hip hop doll
 Yeah  baby  if you married me we'd have a ball
 Kick the beat  y'all
 She was an east coast dame  she knew she was pretty
 The place: a hotel lounge in the town of Atlantic City
 The girl was down, you know what I'm sayin
 there wasn't much room to groom.
 People talking and tickin' clock stopped, when she walked into the
 room
 Kick it K,
 Her beauty was shocking: pretty mouth, pretty nose
 A pair of black fishnet stockings: pretty feet, pretty toes
 I made a last minute play to the men's room, to get myself into groove
 Turned to my homeboy, asked him how I looked, my boy Earl said,
 "shmoove"
 Got out the mirror, and went to work, my forty dollar hat was hittin
 I bit down on a wintergreen certs, I stepped up and started spittin
 I set my pace: I said, "Excuse me, but I scored that a nine point
 nine"
 But her face looked confused she said, "come again,"
 I said, "You know the way you fell inside of the place, you got style"
 She smiled, said "You're working real hard for some satisfaction"
 She grabbed the dice, and told me "go on"
 I said, "Oh my God, she's givin' me action."
 As we was kicki it live, i threw a four and a five, my point was a
 nine
 She told the maitre'd, "Bring your best bottle of wine,"
 And then she tipped him a dime
 The wine arrived, we made a toast
 let's try to keep it all in the midst, click
 I downed a swallow of wine and threw my point: a three and a six
 Know what I'm sayin?
 Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, I'm talkin bout my hip hop doll
 Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll
 Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll
 Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll
 Bust it:
 Just lookin at this girl was dope
 She made me nervous
 (You know, like a Jewish man feels when he meets the Pope)
 So I said to myself, "think fast, game, but don't insult her."
 I had to be cool because the girl had class, I can tell she was
 cultured
 I made my spill: tickets to the symphony, music by Sebastian Bach
 But her reply, "Well son don't be ill,
 You see I don't listen to nothin but HIP-HOP!"
 I said, "damn," I let her throw me a curve
 I don't know what came over me
 Cause all I had to do was stay down, you know what I'm sayin
 But check out my recovery:
 I said, "Yo, you really like hip hop? Well, you're lookin' at an MC
 And to you I dedicate this rhyme, young lady, so put your arms around
 me."
 She said, "Baby, I've heard all the lines
 I pioneered this, I'm housin, I ain't no joke
 I get raw, how you like me now? You're a customer, et cetera"
 But then she started to choke on her wine
 I said, "Easy baby not so fast,"
 I took the wine glass out of her hand
 She said, "No no no, you don't seem to understand, my man
 Look at the tables, you hit ten grand!"
 I said, "Yeah!"
 Picked up my chips, turned around, extended my arm
 And then I screamed, "I'm kickin it!"
 Took her by the hand, "Let's go, you're my good luck charm"
 Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, I'm talkin bout my hip hop doll
 Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll
 Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll
 Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll
 Cut it up, fellas
 Babe when you feel me, ooh, how you thrill me
 You are my hip hop doll
 Yes, baby, would you go with me once and for all
 And then when you squeeze me, ooh how you please me
 You are my hip hop doll
 Yeah, baby, would you go with me once and for all
 Yes, baby, would you marry me? we'd have a ball
 My hip hop doll
 Yes, baby, if you married me, we'd have a ball