Boy, be quite, me and tip toe Don't make too much noise Sneaking in your So pull the shades
'Cause my neighbors are of nosy Comfy, cosy, now off with the Can I get a witness? Betta Baby, we can do it, take time, do it right
Lick my button, whisper sweet nothings In my ear to get my in gear Now, little baby loves toast and jam Melts in your mouth but not in your Black
the boys from the men You can all day Jehovah but you can't get in you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that And you can leave your fingernails in my back Now, I may not be a lady but I'm surely all So check it, the is in the pudd'n
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? Can I get a What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, I wanna get a of your pudd'n
Must be Jell-O, pudd'n don't jiggle like that Yeah ain't that a fact, pull out your And let's begin the mixing, in the bedroom Never in the kitchen you can get
With your beneath the blanket Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked 'cause women in the Want more from a brother a part-time lover Who's undercover, so brother, do your duty When it comes to the bedroom, don't let him eat the
If he ain't got the room So, dip, D I P, if you wanna be a diver Sport a with a light like an old gold miner No to taste test the puddn's always fresh So, brothers, wear a bib if you're make a mess
Can I get my in, no way Now I eats more than old folks play bingo Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa What about Atlanta? [unverified] than Saturday night, I'm liver Rose-ana-ana Dan-a So, Holy ([Unverified])
Can I get my in, no way Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play Parker Lewis can't lose in Domingo What about [unverified] than Santa night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana Dan-a So, Molly ([Unverified])
Can I get my in, no way Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play Parker Lewis can't in Santa Domingo What about Atlanta? than Santa Saturday night, I'm liver Rose-ana-ana Dan-a So, Molly ([Unverified])
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? Can I get a What? Can I get a Can I get a lick, girl? I wanna get a of your pudd'n
Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a I know that you love it from the smile on your Up and down a slinky, let's get kinky The cream in the of a Twinkie 'Cause I likes my men cot
And if you're unleaded then nigga, forget it You can't rub my back, or kiss my either With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head Undercover lover, in the sheets As the bed springs creak, I rips up the beat
love the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves But I have getting hickies on my neck in the wearing a turtle neck is a bummer I up the mike 'til your blood pressure rises
It ain't the kind of pudd'n Cosby advertises out your spoon, and let us begin But if you front on the You not get your spoon in