LA Leakers
It's that crazy, that realness
It's not love, but I feel it
I want it, I need it
Oh baby
Sex with you mama
Ha, girl you pretty s**y
Sex with you woah
Ah, wow, you like the baddest in your cla**
And not to mention the fact you got the fattest little a**
Ha, you got the fattest lil a**
Contradicting a n***a got me thinking too fast
Like who am I? Who are you? What is this?
And why are we alone if you ain't s**ing dick
And I one to ever be about a chick
That's why I rarely ever kiss
Ha, it's crazy how I'm caught up in this sh*t
And other n***as always at the bottom of the pit
And rappers always get enough to stall 'em really quick
With a mix tape knowing they won't ever have a hit
I was tryna get a n***a on a hook uh
Official man, lying to a n***a saying yeah it's official man
White women always treat me like a whistle man
Ah, you keep doing that
It's that crazy, that realness
It's not love, but I feel it
I want it, I need it
Oh baby
Sex with you mama
Ha, girl you pretty s**y
Sex with you woah
[Common]
Uh, touch her where you never been touched before
Hot s** on her flat, f**k an oven door
Pullin' on your weave yeah tug-of-war
Sweet p**y so juicy, seduce me with the smell of it
My female subject, I write a story for you
Play the trumpets girl, cuz I'm a horny lover
Ha ha, Nova chasing waterfalls
Sexy mother fu- that's what your daughter calls
Me, whatever we do we gotta be free to climax
You been plotting with me, ha
Now you opened up bed sheets soaked enough
Hoping for the best girl I guess you hoped enough
Cuz now I'm here, in your ear, saying things you never heard of
You want s**, but you deserve love
Birds of a feather that came together
Now you're saying my name forever love made it better
come on
It's that crazy, that realness (uh)
It's not love, but I feel it (uh)
I want it, I need it (uh)
Oh baby
Sex with you mama (Ahah)
Ha, you really s**y
Sex with you woah (yeah, yesir, ha ha)
Uh uh wow, you like the baddest in the room
And not to mention the fact you got the fattest pair of b**bs
Yeah I said pair of b**bs
If you running from a n***a you must not be in to dudes
Yeah that phony that you with, Doo foo
Time to toss a n***a out, Fubu
And no one's ever had a body like you do
Would it be bad if I was in command like Voodoo?
And just for your sake don't wear a thong
For your sake don't be the subject of a song
For your sake don't let a n***a do you wrong
And for my sake don't introduce me to your mom
Cuz moms don't f**k with rappers
And I don't f**k with nappers
And never really - with slackers
That's why I'm in the hip-hip biz and not an actor
It's that crazy, that realness
It's not love, but I feel it
I want it, I need it
Oh baby
Sex with you mama
(Oh how I'm wishing it would rain it would rain)
(how I wish that it would rain every night)
Sex with you oh
(Cuz if it rained every day every day every night)
(we could stay inside side side)
Uh, inside, yeah, Luke Christopher
Sex with you
Common
Haha
Sex with you woah