[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
Yo, at a hip-hop club was a girl I met
She was hot, you can bet, her body dripped with sweat
I kicked it to her, and her name was Kim
She said let's jet 'cause she was ready for the Jim
Browski, I doubt the E would front
So like a real stunt, I rolled the blunt
She was ready, I could see it in her face
So we stepped and went right to her place
It was fat, she had a dope crib
She offered food like some barbeque ribs
I said "No, thank you, not now, honey
How about some drink? Yes, some gin rummy"
"After that, come here and sit down"
We put on tender "Roni" by Mister Bobbi Brown
We waste no time, it was time to do it
Put on some James Brown so we can get into it
No kinky stuff like ropes or handcuffs
But when you love me, please don't be rough
I said, "Listen, I'll be gentle
I'll be very gentle
When I'm loving you
When I'm loving you
So I dipped, I abandoned ship
Threw in the anchor like on the boat tip
That's what I get for trying to be a lover
But never judge a book by its damn cover
I'm not dissing and don't like fishing
And next time, I wanna know who I'm kissing
You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti
But I won't touch it until I know who's booty
[Versee 2: Parrish Smith]
Well, I was maxin' one day, just minding my own
Talking to E-Double on my car cellular phone
When I seen this fly girl clocking her looks were temptation
The look in her eye was the look of infatuation
So I put my car in park, turned my system down
I said, "Excuse me, are you new in town?"
She said "it's funny you asked I just got here today"
I said "Yo, you need a lift? Because I'm going that way"
She said "My mother always told me not to ride with strangers
And if I did, then my life would be in danger"
I said "Yeah, that's true, but I'm not your everyday swinger
To tell you the truth, I'm a well known singer"
Plus I was cold coolin', forty dog in lap
Rings on my fingers from my fisherman hat
She got in and said "Yo I never done this before"
I had to play my cards right to get my foot in the door
I said, "Yeah, my name is Parrish, but they call me MD
For the way I hold the mic and slay MCs"
She was lost and replied, "You a medical doctor?"
I said, "Close, but no cigar, I'm the microphone doctor
Who performs open surgery on MCs who are willing
Except to try and save them, I try to kill 'em"
She said, "Ooh, that sounds exciting, please tell me more"
You mean how we pack the Heinz and clock the G's or more?
We got to her house and her moms wasn't home
As we went to the room, she sparked up the homegrown
I was with it, feeling nice from Old E
Ready to get busy and wax a cold booty
We got to her room it was time to max
Pulled out the Jim hat and strapped the Bozak
I hit the lights and next was the sack
We started doing it, it was hard to produce
Because the booty was cold kickin' like They Call Me Bruce
I had to cover my nose, not to ruin the mood
Because I knew I wasn't fishing, but I smelled seafood
Smelled like shrimp or lobster or tuna of the sea
And it wasn't worth catching the A to I to D
To the S oh yes, the S is for safe sex
And as I glanced through the door, yo, that move was next
But then she pulled me close and said, "Let's get loose"
When out of nowhere I yelled, "Baby, did you do—"
She said, "No, P, 'cause I'm not a swinger"
I couldn't buy that as I smelled my forefinger
I was playing myself plus my style was cramped
I grabbed my keys and coat, and MD broke camp
And as I walked to the door, the girl got moody
I looked her eye to eye and said, "Who's booty?"