The act of makin love...is...
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pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
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pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
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I'll take 30 electric chairs
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and put'em in a classroom
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30 MC's
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and set'em free from thier doom.
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just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind
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when we begin
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the wheel of furtune it spins
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holdin'
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the rhythm like elastic
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moldin'
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your whole body like plastic
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so why try to deny what ya already know ya love
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up above
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cause the mania
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hysteria
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in the streets
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while ya lovers gettin merrier
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in the sheets
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I met this lady named
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sweet young thing and
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she gave me that feelin
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that sunshine bring in.
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Hordable
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sportable
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totally affordable
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silky smooth
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voice was real audible.
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I said your cool as Ice Cuba
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she said, "your that Public Enemy
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I seen on the tuba."
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Naw.
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I'm like your Uncle baby.
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The style of your beautiful face
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drives me crazy.
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Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D?
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She said, "You tried to play me
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like Big Dad-dy."
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I said, "I know your Tribe,
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I Called and re-Quested
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for you to be manifested."
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She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"
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I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"
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Rub ya down with warm Ice-T
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make ya feel Bran Nubien
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in-stant-ly.
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Boogie Down
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and check this Production.
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Gimme them lips
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they look good for suction.
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She said, "Sweet tease
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cool with a little almond joy
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on the side
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just doin' the fly"
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You like poundcake?
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Comin' to my house
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turn on the lights
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and see me on the couch.
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I said, "Do the jingle
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and your from around the way.
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I like your earrings
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L's
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but anyway...
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Your grand-daddy is
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here to spread cheer.
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Somethin nice and smooth
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with my tounge in your ear.
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Give me a snack
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some Salt And Pepper on a burger.
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Ice Cube T
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or if you prefer the
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taste of honey Kid
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ride in my Capri and
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that's the joint
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they got the real clear CD in.
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She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car.
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I don't know what type of man ya are.
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You might know karate
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do me and get away
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I got a glimpse of your license plate
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N-W-A."
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She was Chubb-y and
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ready to Rock
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Naughty By Nature and
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part of my private stock and
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ridin in the relax
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frame of mind and
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hmmmmmmmmmmmm...
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Hammer timin.
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Incredible.
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So edible
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and unforgettable.
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Soft like a Q-Tip
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I'd love to get with you
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cause I'm the type of guy that got props do
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Feel it in mo and more.......
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When I get ready for a showcase
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put together well
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I go deep
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and have an oil well
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show and tell.
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I said, "Yo-Yo!
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You're so intelligent
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and elegent."
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I n-I never Run to be D
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with another MC
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I got what I want
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right in front of me.
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I know a kid named K
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he's a MD.
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Last time I heard
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yo, was gettin real friendly.
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Belly to belly and
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chest to chest
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thigh by thigh
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leg by leg and
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I guess.
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Ain't no way to get ya out
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your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
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of a freaky situation
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with a peppermint twist
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Ricky or Mike is next on the list.
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Nastified and all-funkified
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Come'on
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Come'on
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Come'on
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ride.
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Can you hear?
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Never fear
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whatcha hear.
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What ya hear
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is it clear?
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Understand
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and love ya big dear
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and I will appear
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my dear
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with a beer
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and bags full of cheer
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and waterbed...
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YEAH!
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Cause I rumble and groan.
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She said, "You got to be bad to
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make the moanie moan."
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Ain't no reason to front
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on the way your life shown.
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Booyaa!
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How I'm jumpin' your bones
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like a Grand
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Master in a Flash.
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Put out your cigarette
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and rest your tired ash.
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All I wanna do
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is make woopie
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your my pink cookie.
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Not a wookie
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when you take it off
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I'd love a lookie.
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Cause I'ma mix it up toss style.
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Peace out
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you got the sexual profile.
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Pink Cookies
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L.L. Cool J |