Look at the Sun

Sample from Airplane (

Second Jive Dude: Hey... knock a self a pro, Slick! That gray matter backlot perform us DOWN, I take TCB-in', man!

First Jive Dude: Hey, you know what they say: see a broad to get dat booty yak 'em...

First Jive Dude, Second Jive Dude: ...leg 'er down a smack 'em yak 'em!

First Jive Dude: COL' got to be! Y'know? Shiiiiit

That's the sound that my lady makes

Pretty young thing, grown ass with a baby face

She's a tasty cake, with a tasty cake

She get mad be like baby dont make me wait

Too long, finish your songs, Im drippin in thongs

10 minutes till dawn, we still gettin it on

She love when I stroke that

She might as well be a quarter back the way she throw that

Call me Randy Moss, take your panties off

Sweet as candy corn let the camera 'cord, porn not amateur

Dammnit girl, got her up on the banister

Its spectacular, lookin at the back of her

Watchin her grind that, I love bein behind that

Good god that behind fat

She a dime sack, hydro dime sack

Blaze too, phase two, come now rewind that

And the party dont stop till we (Look at the sun)

Yeah, shorty said she wanna rock till we (Look at the sun)

Shorty said she wanna dance till we (Look at the sun)

Yeah, yeah, see im trynna get in'her pants till we (Look at-)

Romance till we (Look at the sun)

Uh uh, dont you go to sleep yet

Im full of gin and I ain't feelin' weak yet

I tell you what lets take a quick recess

Then we wander back in to the freak fest

You know that thing is my weakness

You climbed the mountain, but you ain't reached the peak yet

I got a whole lotta skeet skeet skeet left

Got her screaming out Oh Lord Jesus

He can't save ya, your man had to leave cause he couldn't take ya

I can handle that, she got a hump like a camel back

Tell you the truth I dont know how you stand with that

All that cake, hi Betty Crocker

My cocks that crack, Im ready to rock ya

Heavy cock ya, I can control myself dog but I can't stop her

Its a quarter to 6, we still caught in the mix

No need to speak when she talk wit her lips

Get the innuendo, work it out till her skin soaked

So much heat between the sheets you see thick smoke

Risin' up, ask me to tie her up

Never did it but shit I'm down to try it once

Apple pie for lunch, she got that recipe

My favorite drug, she got that ecstasy

To the same effect

What we do too raw to name it sex

Lets call it something different

Started in the basement, now we're crawling in the kitchen

Switching alternate positions, its awesome how I'm living

I wish, I wish I could give you this feelin'

But I can't cause she whipped and won't try nothing different

And my friend thats what they call pimpin'