Slob on my knob,
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me,
And do your job
Lay on the bed,
And gimme head,
Don't have to ask
Don't have to beg
Juicy is my name,
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys
Let's run a train
Squeeze on my nuts,
Lick on my butt
The natural curly hair,
Please don't touch
First find a mate,
Second find a place,
Third find a bag,
To hide the whole face
Real name grover,
I said bend over
I started to knock,
Then came the odor
Smelt like mush,
Shouldn't had a woosh,
Told her to stop,
And take a doosh
Once she did that,
I didn't want the cat,
So, I bailed out,
And never came back
Sucka nigga dicka suck
Sucka nigga dicka suck
Sucka nigga dicka suck
Sucka nigga dicka suck
My nigga, D-magic,
Said he had to have it
I said just forget it,
It's too crappy
Know a little freak,
In hollywood,
Sucks on dick,
Does it real good
She'll give you money
Feel up your tummy,
House full of kids
Parents all funny
Once had a doubt,
Backyard ground,
Hit it from the back,
Enjoyed the sound
Name under cover,
Always used a rubber,
Until I got caught,
Fuckin with her mother
She blamed it on me,
We fought in the streets
She pulled out a knife,
So I had to flee
Call up the boys,
Went to her house,
Trashed the whole place,
Threw the bitch out
Police busted in,
"Where the niggas at?"
We left just in time,
And never came back
Rode through the hood,
Wavin at the freaks
Sniffin all the rocks
Smokin all the geeks
Made another stop,
Police station,
Saw a few cops,
Drove by and spayed them
License tag number,
A nigga said he saw,
Focus all the time,
And never get caught