Текст песни Souls Of Mischief - Sup Doder (What`s the Re?)
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[female voice] How do I know you`re any good?[male voice] I`ll give you a free sample[male voice] And if you like it we`ll team up[male voice] If not, no hard feelings[female voice] Fair enough[Tajai]Indeed her body is bad trueHer hair is witMos def, I`m impressed by her style of dressA retro, strange get upLookin` like a Betty Page pinupMake me wanna release the pimp in meWho stays pent upFor days like these skirts lit upBoustiere the type to teaseRosy lips have me frozen stiffWatchin` her tongue flickAs she rolled a spliffI approached amidst the smoky mistSpoke to the Miss in ways I`m known toAnd once transfixed by my gazeWe moved on toBigger and better nightcapsTo relax the synapsys syntactThat make her want to contact my mattressTumbling gymnasticsIs calculated movements no time for fumblingShe shucked her clothesContorted into a pose, ICouldn`t oppose the long stem roseProtruding for my robe, she strolled to the windowsAnd made for sho` the shades was closedAnd then I "supdoder?"Then I "what`s the re`d?" herThen I or g`d her[Opio]Shit I had to meet herFreak her like Derek Jeter did MariahOrgasm messiah nigga I freed herHer boyfriend`s a crack dealerFlashin` on her straight wife beaterDrawn down with the nine heaterTryin` to slap the handcuffs on her when he the criminalReal women know you can only pimp a hoDon`t try to get physicalCuz she gon` suck another dickAnd oh it might be mineI bust her out she walkin` pigeon-toedThen I cast with the fishin` poleCatch her in the indigo see-throughShe feel an OAnd it`s oh JesusCause she`s just the type to let me have it all, seeSo I had a ball[Scratched]I hit it, I did it I admit itAnd we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did itSay you`re g`in (g`in?) g`inBut anyway they beg for more and that`s for sureI hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit itSup doe, sup doe, SUP DOE!Supdoder the I "what`s the re`d?" herThen I g`d her[A-Plus]Now, the Souls niggas don`t say "What up love" or "yo"We see a pretty thing and be like "Sup doe!"She prob`ly wit` it if you keep your body fittedIf you bumming with no money she bouncin` like somebody shittedBut that`s cool though, cuz in the rules broWin or lose there`s always someone else to choose yoThat`s the case in this rat raceWhether she skinny and pretty or bangin` with a wack face, IMet a broad on the street, she said call her DeniseSportin` a green Nautica fleeceHa, that`s cute prob`ly her man`s coatThat`ll stop me the day I see somethin` on land floatPut in your hand wrote the phone number downAbout a week and two days passedPlus wanna slumber nowSupdoder, then I "stammine`d" herThen I g`d her[Phesto Dee]Yeah it`s permanent work on my hip, I`m that swiftTerry Kirby and Terrell Owens had a fifthYou know them two live crewDancer short and make you thickHawaiian black siren lookin` like Salma HayekWith inflated pecs she playin` water polo`Bout to start a riot at the Hyatt by the Colliseum what`s the reI`m like sup doe! I see it`s all (fiat?)She said "what`s that in your sweatpants a six foot kayak?Frightened` like she on a dick diet had me inspiredAt times you can say her mouth put up a whole lot of silenceThe whip cream shootin` on her ass, tits and thighsI`m no Cassanova but I pole her while I hold a MotorolaAnd rollin` dosia if I know she`s soberThat I only light in the room at the flash of my busy busy MinoltaShe electrify when I`m erect with sexual voltageBust out pole position if she fuckin` with the Souls Of Mischief[Scratched]I hit it, I did it I admit itSo then we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did itSay you`re g`in (g`in?) g`inBut anyway they beg for more and that`s for sureI hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit itSup doe, sup doe, SUP DOE!Supdoder then I "stammine`d her"Then I g`d her