Reef The Lost Cauze - Look At The Sun lyrics

[Intro: Sample from Airplane (1980)] Second Jive Dude: Hey... knock a self a pro, Slick! That gray matter backlot perform us DOWN, I take TCB-in', man! First Jive Dude: Hey, you know what they say: see a broad to get dat booty yak 'em... First Jive Dude, Second Jive Dude: ...leg 'er down a smack 'em yak 'em! First Jive Dude: COL' got to be! Y'know? Shiiiiit [Verse 1] That's the sound that my lady makes Pretty young thing, grown a** with a baby face She's a tasty cake, with a tasty cake She get mad be like baby dont make me wait Too long, finish your songs, Im drippin in thongs 10 minutes till dawn, we still gettin it on She love when I stroke that She might as well be a quarter back the way she throw that Call me Randy Moss, take your panties off Sweet as candy corn let the camera 'cord, p**n not amateur Dammnit girl, got her up on the banister Its spectacular, lookin at the back of her Watchin her grind that, I love bein behind that Good god that behind fat She a dime sack, hydro dime sack Blaze too, phase two, come now rewind that [Hook] And the party dont stop till we (Look at the sun) Yeah, shorty said she wanna rock till we (Look at the sun) Shorty said she wanna dance till we (Look at the sun) Yeah, yeah, see im trynna get in'her pants till we (Look at-) Romance till we (Look at the sun) [Verse 2] Uh uh, dont you go to sleep yet Im full of gin and I ain't feelin' weak yet I tell you what lets take a quick recess Then we wander back in to the freak fest You know that thing is my weakness You climbed the mountain, but you ain't reached the peak yet I got a whole lotta skeet skeet skeet left Got her screaming out Oh Lord Jesus He can't save ya, your man had to leave cause he couldn't take ya I can handle that, she got a hump like a camel back Tell you the truth I dont know how you stand with that All that cake, hi Betty Crocker My co*ks that crack, Im ready to rock ya Heavy co*k ya, I can control myself dog but I can't stop her [Hook] [Verse 3] Its a quarter to 6, we still caught in the mix No need to speak when she talk wit her lips Get the innuendo, work it out till her skin soaked So much heat between the sheets you see thick smoke Risin' up, ask me to tie her up Never did it but sh** I'm down to try it once Apple pie for lunch, she got that recipe My favorite drug, she got that ecstasy To the same effect What we do too raw to name it s** Lets call it something different Started in the basement, now we're crawling in the kitchen Switching alternate positions, its awesome how I'm living I wish, I wish I could give you this feelin' But I can't cause she whipped and won't try nothing different And my friend thats what they call pimpin' [Hook]