[bad word] 
What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up)
Can a [bad word] get in them guts (them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut)
Show your [bad word] how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)
Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
And I'll follow that [bad word] in the mall (in the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)
While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah)

[Verse One]
This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady
You looking good, I think I seen your [bad word] in the hood
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could
But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
So I can call you later on, on your phone or something
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
It's no limits to what we do, cause tonight we cutting, gut busting
I'm digging in your walls something viscious
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious
You delirious, or might I say you taste so delicious
With your pretty brown skin, like I'm enjoying your kisses
And you ah certified head doctor
Number one staller that takes [bad word] in the [bad word] and won't holler
Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room
Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom
 [bad word] 

[Verse Two] [bad word]  you know the deal before a [bad word] even stepped [bad word] that [bad word] hot, seems like it's gone melt
You know I give it to you til [bad word] out of breathe
Then bust a nut all over yourself
The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls
In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls
Had your [bad word] breaking laws for a player was the cause
And every time you seen a you was slipping off your drawers, I recall
I met your [bad word] at the mall, in the fall
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home
Show your [bad word] how to buss a nut, up in the guts
Cut you up like you ain't been cut
From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front
Turn around, you got me right
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me
So gone see about a pimp and that monkey
And that's fo' sho'
 [bad word] 

[Verse Three]
What's the buiseness baby, can I get in them drawes
I like the way your [bad word] against my balls
Cause you the one, a [bad word] met at south dekalb mall
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all
135 petite, and your smell is unique
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week
Oh, you a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you
The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you
So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville
And I'ma tell you like this, cause a [bad word] so real, and stay trill
Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that [bad word] in the air, and the [bad word] I kill
And I feel, you love to [bad word] up on a hill
Suck [bad word] from behind, and take nut in your grill
So [bad word] chill, and shut your mouth just for a second
While I lay this [bad word] down on you just like I'm Teddy