Dj Paul - Da First Date lyrics

[Intro] (Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good) [Man:] So what's up with you right now? [Girl:] What you mean what's up with me? What's up with you? [Man:] I'm trying to find out what you want to do [Girl:] I think I need to go home chill out, relax [Man:] I think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me [Girl:] Naw it's too early for that [Man:] Too early? I been thinking about it for a long time [Girl:] But I just met you I don't do that...on the first date [Man:] Been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what's wrong with You? [Girl:] What's wrong with you? You ain't getting none [Verse 1: DJ Paul] The sh** started off real well Real swell the b**h was talking lovely She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30 It'll be my first time hitting this b**h I gotta work I call me n***a Big L for about two ounces to serve I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me? I'm thinking I know I'm anxious this b**h is beeping me This one right here is too wheezy I'm damn near scared of that But I'ma let you boys know when I take care of that I'm pulling up to the crib lights out I hit her Nextel celli tell her to come on out Stepping out of the crib s**y looking bad as hell I'm knowing goddamn well I'm bout to get in that tail So we pulled out first stop J&S liquor store Don't you play no games young boy You know that's where I gotta go She talking about going back to my crib But that ain't trying to happen I changed the subject, poured another cup And I kept on yapping Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game Hickeys all over her neck so I know she got a man I'm coming out can we f**? I'm on my period b**h the lies So I dropped the trick off at the first stop sign And I'ma holla hoe [Chorus] My conversates I'm trying to f** on the first date Weaving all on that oil but still you hesitate I'm wasting time with this funk a** b**h Riding round with this drunk a** b**h Hoe let it bump [Verse 2: Juicy J] Chicken chicken Don't be tripping When I'm bout to spit this pimping Stacking cheese and counting up easy Cause you know I'm into winning Heard your n***as like a pigeon Punk a** f*ggotts always switching See that Lexus that he ride in I got that strapped on my Wesson Come on hoe and stop the fronting Keep my dick from jumping jumping Take a shot of fifths and liquor But I can't be buying nothing Where I'm from I can't be saying Cause I'm just to cheap for paying Can't be hanging drinking drinking With this guru what a behavior (moan) Bout to ball the troops to college Watching haters ow they be falling Looking for the freaky freakys That be chewing the dick and swallowing We can take a short'n riding Through the cut to reach your housing We can ride down to the river While you work on using your mouth'n Everybody know you going Bet you probably saying oh no'n Then I'm gonna teach you lessons Stranglin all to d**h and rowing And your sister know she with it Cause she let me n***a hit it Then she get the licking licking Then she have to pay to quit it [Chorus(x2)] [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] b**h I don't wanna just hold hands And listen to slow jams I'm not with that romance Or candle light slow dance Hoe why don't you take a chance? Ain't like you ain't f**ed before Come out those tight a** pants Stop thinking that I won't call no more Don't listen to the rumors that Lord will screw ya and sly You wanna wine and dine But don't wanna bump and grind There's plenty hoes that wanna bone So next time we don't get it on The next time you phone You gets a dial tone b**h [Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca] There's many b**hes that's fine as f** Tell me how many dicks that they done s**ed? (say what?) Them pretty b**hes that like to s** No telling, tell me how many n***as they done f**ed? (say what?) One to the honey b**h over in the corner Two to the b**h on the porch Take 'em to the bathroom Dick them in the f**ing moon Make 'em 'til their toes rub on this side f** What the f** you want though? Could it be my back room door wide open Naw you know that'd make me mad The cheese in my pocket please for the head on the dash Koopsta Knicca sleeping on the b**h on the weekend weekend [Chorus(x2)] [DJ Paul:] Hoe get up out my sh**! Ugly b**h I ain't wanna f** your little stanking a** anyway b**h Only reason I man motherf**ing Man took your motherf**ing a** and babysitted you all night b**h Cause my n***a was trying to f** you Motherf**ing dike a** greedy little ugly drunk Stanking breath a** b**h Cigarette smoking a** hoe Get the f** up out my car b**h! (Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good...)