[Taj & Sahpreem King]
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(Verse 1)
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Shh! Boy, be quite. Follow me and tip-toe
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Don''t wanna make too much noise sneaking in your window
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So pull down the shades
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''Cause my neighbors are kind of nosy
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Comfy, cosy, now off with the clothes-y
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Can I get a witness
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Betta fitness. Baby, we can do it
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Take your time, do it right
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Mmm, lick my belly button
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Whisper sweet nothings in my ear
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To get my hormones in gear
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Now, mamma''s little baby loves toast and jam
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Melts in your mouth, but not in your hand
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Black pudd''n...
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Seperates the boys from the men
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You can knock all day Jehova, but you can''t get in
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Maybe you can get a scoop, if you''re really all of that
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And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back
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Now, I may not be a lady
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But I''m surely all woman
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So check it, the proof is in the pudd''n
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(Hook)
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Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick?
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What?
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Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick?
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What?
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Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl?
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I wanna get a taste of your pudd''n
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(Verse 2)
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Must be Jell-O, ''cause pudd''n don''t jiggle like that
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Yeah ain''t that a fact
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Pull out your spoon
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And let''s begin the mixing
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Always in the bedroom
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Never in the kitchen
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You can get busy
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WIth your head beneath the blanket
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Flip it, spank it, gettin'' buck naked
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''Cause women in the 90s want more from a brother
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Than a part-time lover, who''s wack undercover
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So, brother, do your duty when it comes to the bedroom:
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[Coko]
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Don''t let him eat the pudd''n
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If he ain''t got the head room
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So, dip, DIP, dive if you wanna be a diver
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Sport a helmet with a light
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Like an old gold miner
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No need to taste test
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The puddn''s always fresh
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So, brothers, wear a bib if you''re gonna make a mess
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(3x)
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Can I get my spoon in - No way
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Now I eats more pudd''n
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Than old folks play bingo
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Parker Lewis can''t lose in Santa Domingo
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What about Atlanta? [????] than Santa
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Saturday night, I''m liver than
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Rose-ana-ana Dan-a. So, Holy Moly (
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No Clue What He''s Saying)
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(Hook)
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(Verse 3)
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Proof is in the pudd''n, so come get a taste
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I know that you love it from the smile on your face
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Up and down like a slinky, let''s get kinky
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The cream in the middle of a Twinkie
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''Cause I likes my men cot diesel
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And if you''re unleaded
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Then Nigga, just forget it
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You can''t rub my back, or kiss my neck either
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With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy
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Achy, stuffy head fever
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Undercover lover, in between the sheets
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As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the beat
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Brothers love the pudd''n like Lucy loves Ricky
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Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves Minne
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But I havte getting hickies on my neck in the summer
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''Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer
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I heats up the mike ''til your blood prssure rises
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It ain''t the kind of pudd''n Bill Cosby advertises
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Pull out your spoon, and let us begin
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But if you front on the pudd''d
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You might not get your spoon in
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Blak Pudd'n
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