Who's Booty Lyrics

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Who's Booty Lyrics

[Erick Sermon]

Yo, at a hip-hop club was a girl I met

She was hot you can bet, her body dripped with sweat

I kicked it to her, and her name was Kim

She said let's jet because she was ready for the Jim

Browski I doubt thee E would front

so like a real stunt, I rolled the Blunt

She was ready, I could see in her face

She said "let's jet" we went back to her place

It was fat, she had a dope crib 

She offered food, like some barbucue ribs

I said "No thank you" not now honey

How about some drink, yes some Gin Rummy

After that, come here and sit down

We put on tender Roni by Mister Bobbi Brown

We waste no time, it was time to do it

Put on some James Brown so we can get into it

No kinky stuff, like ropes or handcuffs

But when you love me please don't be ruff

I said "listen, I'LL BE GENTLE, I'LL BE VERY GENTLE

WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU, WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU.

...So I dipped, I abandoned ship

threw in the anchor like on the boat tip

That's what I get for trying to be a lover

But never judge a book, by the damm cover

I'm not dissing, but I don't like fishing

And next time, I want to know who I'm kissing

You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti

But I won't touch it until I know who's Booty



[Parrish Smith]

Well I was maxin one day just minding my own

Talking to E-Double on my car cellular phone

When I seen this fly girl clocking her looks were temptating

The look in her eye was the look of infatuation 

So I put my car in park, turned my system down

I said "Excuse me, are you new in town"

She said "it's funny you asked I just got here today"

I said "Yo, you need a lift because I'm going that way"

She said "My mother always told me not to ride with strangers

If I did, than my life would be in danger"

I said "Yeah that's true, but I'm not you're everyday swinger"

To tell you the truth, I'm a well known singer"

Plus I was cold coolin

40 dawn in lap

Wings on my fingers from my fisherman hat.

She got in and said "Yo I never done this before" 

I had to play my cards right to get my foot in the door.

She got and she said "You a medical doctor?"

I said "close but no cigar, I'm the microphone doctor

Who performs open surgery, on MC's that are willing

Except to try same them, I try to kill them"

She said "Ooh that sounds exciting, please tell me more"

You mean how we heinz and clock the G's or more.

We got to her house and her moms wasn't home

As we went to the room I sparked up the homegrown

I was with it, felling nice from Old E

Ready to get busy, and wax a cold booty.

We got to her it was time to max

Pulled out the Jimhat and strapped the Bozak

I hit the lights, and next was the sack

We started doing it, it was hard to produce

Because the booty was cold kickin like They Call Me Bruce

I had to cover my nose, not to ruin the mood 

Because I know I wasn't fishing but I smelled seafood

Smelled like shrimp or lobster, or tuna of the sea

And it wasn't worth catching the A-the I-the D-to the S-oh yes

The S is for safe sex 

And as I glanced at the door, you that move was next

But she pulled me close, and said "Let's get loose"

And out of nowhere I yelled "Baby did you do..." 

She said no P, cause I'm not a swinger

I couldn't buy that as I smelled my forefinger

I was playing myself plus my style was crampped

I grabbed my keys and coat, and MD broke camp

And as I walked to the door, the girl got moody

I looked her eye to eye and said.. "WHO'S BOOTY"