Juggaknots - Sex Type Thang lyrics

Yeahh Check it out To all you shorties acting fly This goes out to you but check it out one time It's like that It's just a s** type thing If you didn't know, my man Breezly Brewin is about to give you the raw deal You know what I'm saying Yo check it out one time uh Heyo ya'll n***az know the flavour If you meet a honey dip who gave her numba But you pickin up the vibe that she slumba On the sk**s when you drills in the body of a hotty till she's sore And then you gots to put an end to the snorin She talkin 'bout, "I got snatch n***az be fightin over (what?) Like Helen of Troys I'm swellin the boys' j**els they drools When they see me not a genie but you dream about me nuts you better" To me that b**h, Sunshine, from Harlem Nights is soaked and wetter (hahaa) "So tell me honey can ya hang Or I'll blaze ye like Robin did to Eddy back in Boomerang And let me tell ya Halle Barry couldn't save ya (nope) I be's the mac mama m&m chocolate candy flavour" My sales pitch never fails which brings the opportunity To leave a honey swoonin see I said it like this "I'm representin till the honey's call my name" Then she wants to be the ol' ball and chain (How ironic!) Ain't that somethin? I'm strictly smack her up and then I'm gone It's just a s** thing f**in word is born then a honey starts Buggin steady tuggin on my body like a care bear I think ya best to break it down yo let me hear yall.. (Chorus x 2) When me and shorty got down everything was good lookin Now she runnin 'round town talkin 'bout my wood's tookin Everybody's yappin the whole neighborhood's cookin I thought it was a s** type thing, the s** type Why is it a honey act like she don't want to be bothered But after the tappin she yappin like she want her children fathered By the fellow I was try to tell a brother that they give they lover fits In the end they singin old En Vogue hits (hahaha) Like 'Don't Go' and 'Hold On' but yo I strolled on I'm ghost (what) The p**y tried to play high post Talkin sh** about us s**in for the flexin of our ego (Tell 'em how we break that puss down to size you know how we go) In the act of pursuin the Brewin'll think hard And once I'm all about your bod I want you callin out to God, check it Cause the girls want to lift these honeys wishin For a brother who be givin them the stiff competition Love, I gets.. loose is.. ticklin your Privates.. juices.. tricklin for. Now never sh**'ll never be the same from that When a honey can't front on the head to head combat So if you actin like you doin me a favor Now you know the flavour of that coochie whippin I'm above (true) The s** is sorta nifty if you're workin 50/50 If not I will play shorties with the swifty Talkin 'bout.. (Chorus X 2) Once you hit the G-Spot she act like Ce Ce Peniston She trying to say that 'We Got a Love Thing' When it's just a hit it from the kitchen sink To the shower to the bedroom rug thing (Yeah guaranteed) She's open, she better not be hopin that I blaze like Al Bundy 'Cause she's hornier than Peg (haha!) Want the lovin on the rag 'cause I make her shake her leg And get her bumblin the gibberish what a humblin experience To Miss Golden Clit but now I'm goin to split Maybe I should give some feeble dick a little slackin up And be content to keep these silly girls from actin up Talk about let's settle down after the contact Maybe we oughta sign a 'bonin only!' contract But until I get familiar with the law yo I think I got some extra cab money in the top drawer (see ya!) I know you're thinkin that it's foul the way I'm swingin I'm waiting for some girl to change my tune but for now I'm singin: (Chorus X 2) It's like that And it don't stop To all you shorties acting fly this is a s** type thing If you didn't know, and now you know Strictly a s** type thing And you don't stop for 95 and 96 Breezly brewin and the juggaknots is strictly out for that s** type thing If you didn't know, then now you know Check it out And we out Check it