Whos Booty Lyrics by Epmd

Whos Booty Lyrics

    [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 because she was ready for the jim
    Browski i doubt thee e would front
    So like a real stunt, i rolled the blunt
    She was ready, i could see in her face
    She said "let's jet" we went back to her place
    It was fat, she had a dope crib
    She offered food, like some barbucue 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 ruff
    I said "listen, i'll be gentle, i'll be very gentle
    When i'm loving yoooouuu, when i'm loving yoooouuu.
    ...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 the damm cover
    I'm not dissing, but i don't like fishing
    And next time, i want to 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

    [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 temptating
    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
    If i did, than my life would be in danger"
    I said "yeah that's true, but i'm not you're everyday swinger"
    To tell you the truth, i'm a well known singer"
    Plus i was cold coolin
    40 dawn in lap
    Wings 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.
    She got and she said "you a medical doctor?"
    I said "close but no cigar, i'm the microphone doctor
    Who performs open surgery, on mc's that are willing
    Except to try same them, i try to kill them"
    She said "ooh that sounds exciting, please tell me more"
    You mean how we 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 i sparked up the homegrown
    I was with it, felling nice from old e
    Ready to get busy, and wax a cold booty.
    We got to her it was time to max
    Pulled out the jimhat 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 know 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-the i-the d-to the s-oh yes
    The s is for safe sex
    And as i glanced at the door, you that move was next
    But she pulled me close, and said "let's get loose"
    And 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 crampped
    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"

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