[female voice] How do I know you're any good?

[male voice] I'll give you a free sample

[male voice] And if you like it we'll team up

[male voice] If not, no hard feelings

[female voice] Fair enough



[Tajai]

Indeed her body is bad true

Her hair is wit

Mos def, I'm impressed by her style of dress

A retro, strange get up

Lookin' like a Betty Page pinup

Make me wanna release the pimp in me

Who stays pent up

For days like these skirts lit up

Boustiere the type to tease

Rosy lips have me frozen stiff

Watchin' her tongue flick

As she rolled a spliff

I approached amidst the smoky mist

Spoke to the Miss in ways I'm known to

And once transfixed by my gaze

We moved on to

Bigger and better nightcaps

To relax the synapsys syntact

That make her want to contact my mattress

Tumbling gymnastics

Is calculated movements no time for fumbling

She shucked her clothes

Contorted into a pose, I

Couldn't oppose the long stem rose

Protruding for my robe, she strolled to the windows

And made for sho' the shades was closed

And then I "supdoder?"

Then I "what's the re'd?" her

Then I or g'd her



[Opio]

Shit I had to meet her

Freak her like Derek Jeter did Mariah

Orgasm messiah nigga I freed her

Her boyfriend's a crack dealer

Flashin' on her straight wife beater

Drawn down with the nine heater

Tryin' to slap the handcuffs on her when he the criminal

Real women know you can only pimp a ho

Don't try to get physical

Cuz she gon' suck another dick

And oh it might be mine

I bust her out she walkin' pigeon-toed

Then I cast with the fishin' pole

Catch her in the indigo see-through

She feel an O

And it's oh Jesus

Cause she's just the type to let me have it all, see

So I had a ball



[Scratched]

I hit it, I did it I admit it

And we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did it

Say you're g'in (g'in?) g'in

But anyway they beg for more and that's for sure

I hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit it

Sup doe, sup doe, SUP DOE!

Supdoder the I "what's the re'd?" her

Then I g'd her



[A-Plus]

Now, the Souls niggas don't say "What up love" or "yo"

We see a pretty thing and be like "Sup doe!"

She prob'ly wit' it if you keep your body fitted

If you bumming with no money she bouncin' like somebody shitted

But that's cool though, cuz in the rules bro

Win or lose there's always someone else to choose yo

That's the case in this rat race

Whether she skinny and pretty or bangin' with a wack face, I

Met a broad on the street, she said call her Denise

Sportin' a green Nautica fleece

Ha, that's cute prob'ly her man's coat

That'll stop me the day I see somethin' on land float

Put in your hand wrote the phone number down

About a week and two days passed

Plus wanna slumber now

Supdoder, then I "stammine'd" her

Then I g'd her



[Phesto Dee]

Yeah it's permanent work on my hip

I'm that swift

Jerry Kirby and Terrell Owens had a fifth

You know them two live crew

Dancer short and make you thick

Hawaiian black siren lookin' like Salma Hayek

With inflated pecs she playin' water polo

'Bout to start a riot at the Hyatt by the Colliseum what's the re

I'm like sup doe! I see it's all (fiat?)

She said "what's that in your sweatpants a six foot kayak?

Frightened' like she on a dick diet had me inspired

At times you can say her mouth put up a whole lot of silence

The whip cream shootin' on her ass, tits and thighs

I'm no Cassanova but I pole her while I hold a Motorola

And rollin' dosia if I know she's sober

That I only light in the room at the flash of my busy busy Minolta

She electrify when I'm erect with sexual voltage

Bust out pole position if she fuckin' with the Souls Of Mischief



[Scratched]

I hit it, I did it I admit it

So then we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did it

Say you're g'in (g'in?) g'in

But anyway they beg for more and that's for sure

I hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit it

Sup doe, sup doe, SUP DOE!

Supdoder then I "stammine'd her"

Then I g'd her