Capone Bone

[Intro] (House of hits ya'll. . . for the ladies. . . Capone Bone. . . Marley Marl) If you want it you can lick from the front If you want it I like your stockings, stretch socks even your Reeboks Thug you out, take you on tour, learn all the weed spots We can sip wine, bump and grind on the slow-mo But on the d-low I heard your man was a homo We can combine just like Two-Five and DoLo Tell me where to put it like solo Meet me at 702 I like your steelo Now boo face it, you're bangin' to your ankle bracelet I went against the grain when I said I'd never taste it You work all day come home ready for foreplay Your favorite dish, hominy grits and fish sauté You love a thug boo, highly impressed by my tattoo Slim cut, walk with a strut keepin' it natural Your physical frame is like a Jada Pinkett I like to hear you moan, spank it grab your X and O anklet Freak off [Hook] If you want it, you got it forever If you want it If you want it you got it forever Sick and tired of your wannabe thug he got you heated Knowin' that you need it but he's still afraid to eat it Friday night you tell him that you out with the girls But you're honin' in my world gettin' bent till you hurl I got the fireplace, bearskin rug so kick your feet out Hit me on a hit bay hundred I got the weed out Hydro keep it on low now bust the weed out Slide off the DKNY's so I can eat out Jump inside a jet black 5 or watch you speed out Adrenaline got you open like a stack of Benjamin's Then back to the Bennigan's to eatin' pasta with Dominicans Eat it up [Hook] Real niggas in the front, fake niggas in the middle Live niggas in the back say just a little Real niggas in the front, fake niggas in the middle Live niggas in the back, shake just a little