[Hook:] Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie `round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac!! Yeah!! [Repeat]
[Big Boi:] Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cumberbun with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido
Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the
breeze!)
I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze
or release the keys
To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle
some of this
Smack on smack on some of this dick tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker
You took her to the club and now her body is
full of liquor
Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's
Irish Cream
She's a damsel in distress impressed with
stylish things
Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the
breeze!)
In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to
the scene where i's...
[Hook]
[Big Boi:] Oh, lord! How can it be so hard??
To put on a pair of panties much less a pair
of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by complimenting you on
your physique
You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet
once I speak
Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her
just like that
But it takes years of perserverance and
experience to get that cat!
So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with
some of that
On your back, like a cheerleader missing the
final stack!
As we strut skip the line through the glass
window glance
We look fine, right on time
As we step in the place the nursery's crunk
we've come to play
[Sleepy:] Everybody's watching `cause them
furs just hit the door
While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so
wicked across that floor
To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you
what you need
Throw your hands up if you feel me!! Throw
your hands up if you feel me!!
`Cause we well designed and fine as wine
Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why
I got the ladies in line, because they can't
deny
So raise your hands to the sky `cause we
super fly
[Hook]