Dr. Ama - P.R.O. lyrics

[Dr. Ama] Look at you, know my Dark Skin tone attract you Step to the bar, met eye to eye, actual Easy can do what them other cats do Sutle smile I threw, at you, just can't attack you Notice you was scopin' on mine, hoping in time I approach you with the opening line, to open your mind Your physical design, hot like the sun in June Plus you light up the room like 12 noon D-N-Z fragrance, s**y tattoo on your breast And no/yes, your veloptous ness I possess Mi amor, they call me Doctor (que pasa) Cuz I got the cure for the pain you adore Tell me, ma, do you have a man? (nada, man) This the game plan, let's head to mi casa Tempature sizzling, took up the innocense Buns soft like Entemann's, let me enter in [Chorus 2X: girl (Dr. Ama)] How you like your milkshake, daddy? (nice and thick) Like the way I shake it? (Yeah, that's real slick) Take your straw, put it in, nice and slow Have a taste (can you handle it?) I'm a P.R.O [Dr. Ama] I believe I can fly, Kells did it, n***a, why can't I? Burn me a sack of bombay, get high Give my divine, I see king, the royal treatment Find me a shorty tonight, that lives to eat men Suction cup, she make construction buff n***as weak men Petite and, a whole lotta a** for the beating Check out her feet and, trust me, no crusties Petite and, 5 foot 5, live, busty Not the type to bring home to moms Type you wanna bring home, peel off her thong, puncture her lung Make it clap, mmm, nasty, nasty Question, ma, have you ever -- (ask me, ask me) Have you ever, ever, ever, in your club hopping life Had a thug that'll feed you the pipe all night (all night?) Sure you right, let's start the show tonight Tell your girls to come to, they can go the night [Chorus 2X] [Dr. Ama] You know the format, a P.R.O. s** it nice wit the raw rap Baby looking s**y, the way she moving all that Lay the game flat like a doormat Saw that, lames hating on the sidelines, but I ignore that Cheech & Chong, got shorty eating out the palm Dancing freaky, got meat seeking out the thong Descreet me, creep off, sneak me to her dorm At the rap perform, leave baby girl speaking in tongues Got a tip on my shoulder, attitude's f**ed up Go against the Stat and get f**ed up S.I.N.Y. n***a, with tough nuts, I'm calling you tough lucks My dudes got loose screws, n***as know when to puff dust Hop up in the plush trucks, hit the clubs, crush smutts Shorty played you, tough luck, we don't give a what what Dust dick, make them b**hes gut flush, they lust us Bank on it like Wachovia trust, I tear that stuff up