Mr. DJ - A.D.I.D.A.S lyrics

[Hook: Sleepy Brown] All day I dream about All day I dream about s** The way you move your s**y groove I've got my mind all over you All day I dream about All day I dream about s** You say you were so sick of it I'm tired of jacking off cause you ain't there [Verse 1: Big Boi] '65 Chevrolet Impala peachy cream Cruising down the street like two fingers Cause the ivory is clean Talking bout meeting at the MC room On the inside of the ship Not a honey dip to hunt on Cause she mobile than a grip Or the Blue Man Group Caught out on the Vegas Strip Tell em a good game, juju pimping Give em to my n***a Dime Legit Boss lips, legs, arms, necks Hip dips, hair net, mo' stretch It's a camel toe and thats fo' sho My brain is on one track Like Mary Mary toss for crackle like a rock star does for smack None of that but the female genatalia's where it's at I'm a man and I demand a WO-man for that act Personal preference cause I use the law of nature as a reference No I don't ever recall seein' a man turn up pregnant But that's just me From them female fantasies frolic freely In my co*k pit, every 30 some seconds I can't stop it [Hook] [Verse 2: k**er Mike] k**er k** from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill Heffers call me Black-N-Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal Catch me daydreamin' 'bout them, thick, medium, or slim Doctors call the thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha Nathaniel likes his white, I like mine dark as cola It's the first thing on my mind in the morn' when I roll over All men young or old in the end it's what we after Even my grandpappy's happy, he got prescribed Viagra Grandaddy, grandaddy what's happenin' What's up, what's up this me Hey let me get about three of them blue diamonds I promise I got you tomorrow [Hook] [Verse 3: k**er Mike] When I drill, I don't spill, even if she's on the pill Keep my weapon covered, concealed, and in a shield Cause I don't need that A.I.D.S A D. and an A. missin' out my Adidas PLUS, We don't need no DNA mixin' between us We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush hush On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters But over eighteen only cause baby I'm no perv From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room We can jump each others bones but there's no jumping brooms [Verse 4: Big Boi] Buffoon you are too consumed in the womb It is too early for you to jump the broom, boom [Hook]