QDIII - Flipside (Rough Version) lyrics
[Girl:] Only if you promise to smack me god damn it [Tech:] I think I'm gonna do the uhh.. hook on this one, yeah [Tech:] Ok, turn around so I can hit it from the back [Girl:] No [Tech:] Come on! [Girl:] I don't want to [Tech:] You don't want me to hit it from the back? Come on! BIANC! [Verse 1] I like to hit it on flip, don't trip I make it worth it, if you nervous I got the service That'll make you work it, you deserve it A s** spot to flex wet spots with grip Stressin' now, cause ain't nobody throwin' tips Your hips so amazin', I'm gazin', you blazin' Praisin' that I'm no longer shriveled like a raisin I'm stoned - hopin' that your homegirl I entered is I'm down, even if is Ellen Degeneres I'mma clown the punana, pound the pupan Hate it like a croutan, wise words from God Zoutan The flip baby, no gip baby Nina like the way you strip, baby, no way you dip ladies See me in your city, be ready, when I'm looking for some fun I be coming at you, five hundred worth of 1's Just the trick off, gather your oils to lick off You and your homegirl rollin' with me, jerkin' my dick off Not a rip off, just gettin' it tossed the lip gloss Your lips lost so deep in it, they callin' me the pit boss I'm lovin' it the way you got me shovin' it Doggy slip-slide, much obliged I cried when I hit it on the flipside [Hook] (Which side?) Flipside (This side) Ladies so I can dip die (That's right) Ain't nothin' thick about the way I like it The jiggle making me fizzle when you make it, make it wiggle a little Stay on the flipside (Which side?) Flipside (This side) Ladies so I can dip die (That's right) This ain't no ballad talkin' about how I'm in love This is strictly for the strippers in the club, on the flipside [Verse 2] Meet me in Las Vegas, I'm stayin' at the Grand Keys under Nina when you be fightin' with your man Into it - no undees, get ready to bungy, jump me Knew you meant business, when you ripped out my aubercumby Hormones hungry, like to get me down under like Crocodile Dundee Keepin' your s** weapons from me, I'm grungy (?) I'm freaky like zombie Friday to Sunday yellin' Tech N9ne, I love the way you done me And then I'm Solomon Grundy, you's a flower when I k**ed it You wilt it, who got power, call me (Deep Space N9ne) (?) cause I rocked 'em all with socks and all Y'all 'iancs, I hit the lots of y'all Slots, show 'em, show 'em what you got Girl you makin' it hot (?) non stop This game is silky, I hope you milk me I'm fiendin', not k**in' me cause you Can't touch my vibe, if you jockin' Kenin I fly in semen, you cryin' (?) It feels so well, get chills in Hell Screamin' demon Before you nut up I want you to shut up And give it to me face down, bu*t up I just die, when I hit it on the flipside [Hook] [Bridge] Can you feel it, baby? (Do you want me to touch my waistline?) I can heal it, baby ((?) trust, press and grind) 'Bout to k** it, baby (Doin' the f**s, a good time) I wanna do it baby, stick it baby (Sex on the mind) [Verse 3] Enough! Girl you drivin' me nuts You and your homie's hype horny comin' back from peanuts With hokie-pokie, on the brain and we can keep it low-key (?) hot is when they comin' back from sokey (?) without the oppostry, listen closely Lap dance in the corner, I'm all up on her Two more coronas, you leaving with me Cause I'm increasing the fee, you leasin' to pee Hella fat like Jackie, pleasening me I got mine, what you do call girls, the way you dance And strip, deck down to your tips, beautiful lips You say that you like it way better from a wild style n***a comin' s** crazed at you on the flipside [Bridge]