Skarekrow - Strawberry Creme (Champagne) lyrics

[Intro: Warcloud] All you mad babies out there You beautiful young ladies, this one's for you Go out and shake ya little fanny, you fancy f** [Chorus 2X: Warcloud] Strawberry creme champagne's her last name Strawberry creme champagne's her last name Strawberry creme, strawberry creme Strawberry creme champagne's her last name [Warcloud] Liqourice and ice cream, chocolate chip cookies She moves like the enchantress, vixens and belly dancers Nah, playboy, that's you, I'm cruisin' With a big bottle, cigarettes and groovin' Watch her sly movement, chicks can s** my boing-boing When we gonna join-join, back, flippin' a coin-coin Keep the pistol tuck-tuck, slap it like a truck-truck Glance at an elegant broad, wit a yuck-yuck His dirty luck-luck, pair neck to groovy I might go up to the roof wit pretty Suzy Or another cutie, keep my music spooky We touchin' mad tropical fruit, cold and juicy Watermelon waterfalls, teeny bikini b**hes Silly, silly, silly, ice sunken treasure and riches Give a champ stitches, turn the place into Fight Club How many French maids does it take to screw in a light bulb? Cla**y model chicks, an apple martini I pour my champagne in a wine gla**, wit peony L.A. hustle, might greet you with a knuckle And tongue kiss an actress makin' the place buckle Malt shots and roller-skates, caterpillars on mint leaves Malt shots and roller-skates, caterpillars on mint leaves [Chorus 2X] [Warcloud] The bouncers give respect to the Black Knights vet Might rock the whole party wit a mic and ca**ette Apple stems and cherry pit, sweat a strawberry b**h Shaped like a vase full of Indigo pearls Pistol walk swiftly, ice cream on her pantyhose Ask me to dance, I drank and dropped a sandy rose Bowl of cherry Cola, evening at the club house Black Knight berserkers, crowds is givin' love out Might just rub out, some that look thugged out Deep in the party, knuckles on the bar Ice cold drinks, chewin' Malaysian bubble gum Miniskirt Mom, lyrics'll they will trouble some Bodies lay in the hall, a bloody ball The flying birds now all fall, I stand tall Cashews and walnuts, loungin' lavender lime light An apple full of sour gummy worms, you couldn't rhyme right [Chorus 2X] [Crisis] Sexy b**h, yo, you beautiful, do you know what I'd do to you? (What?) All the above, you incredible, lookin' edible (for real?) Girl you look like a meal in small bills That's my brother Monk, maybe him and ya girl can build [Monk] Casually step this, splashin', I the rugged Monk-Monk This fine b**h glance, while dance, she backed it up-up Amazed by my swift high pitch, she got stuck-stuck Henny off the breath from the bar, fo' sho, I'm drunk-drunk (so what's Crackin'?) [Crisis] Beds and backboards, whatever you ask for Except kisses, hay and cash, what more can you ask for? Oh yeah, only time I go raw is the jaw (where we about to go?) Well sh**, we rollin' wit ya'll [Monk] So what's ya name? (Champagne) [Crisis] And yours (Elaine) [Monk] You'se a fly dame (hop in) We poppin', I got the black box, go raps, let's go to Compton Mistress crack a travel live, room 212, my entourage It's waitin' [Crisis] Patiently, damn this remy martin's makin' me see double That and the weed made me stumble out the vehicle Didn't let the ho see it though And that n***a Monk, rollin' up some more weed to smoke