Whatta man-Salt n’ Pepa
Tryin’ to rush me good and touch me in the right spot
See other guys that I’ve had, they tried to play all that mac shit
But every time they tried I said, “That’s not it”
But not this man, he’s got the right potion
Baby, rub it down and make it smooth like lotion
Yeah, the ritual, highway to heaven
Left my nigga’s house paid (what)
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the 12th grade
It’s ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep, so deep
So deep put her ass to sleep
I’m going crazy alone in a daze
And my heart ain’t the same
And I don’t even think unless I think about you
That’s the only time I get sentimental
That’s the reason why baby
I can’t let go of you
Yeah, that’s the only time I get sentimental