38th & 8th

[Verse 1: Al-Shid] It’s ten o’clock on a Friday, cruising up the West side highway, let my Jodeci A-side play What about us pumpin'? What about us fuckin' Is what I’m discussin' with shorty hand on my nuts frontin’ I love to rest that, know what that’s gon' lead to Why don’t you bless that? Nobody’s gon' see you She leaned to the left, put her hand in her ponytail Put away the gum, pulled out her tongue Let the shit run from my stomach to the drawstring Pulled back on my velours and went to war Round one: she’s giving me the business She’s trying to get the quick KO, I want the distance This bitch got me bobbing, weaving Lips gripped around my dick, slobbing, breathing Slowed down my speed and slid to the right Hopped off on 96th street, dipped through the light She started kissing the pipe, shit, I had to check her Look, I don’t mind birds but I hate woodpeckers Bitch, you’re best to get to work. She said ‘Aw’ (I’ll finish in a minute. I’ve got to massage my jaw) Slid off her drawers, started rubbing her twat Simultaneously still beating off my cock She begging me to stop so I can hit it (Yo, we gon' do this or what? I’m sayin What's up?) (But first give me some of your good head Then we can talk about business) [Samples] (Unzip my fly and take my cock out.) (Stop talking and start sucking.) (Kiss the head now, yeah Start licking it all over) [Verse 2: Al-Shid] Round two: I’m riding through the back streets with this bitch Looking for a spot to pull over, she massaging my soldier Hold up, I must say, this chick got a hell of a tongue She got me running oppositely down a one-way Headlight flashing so close to crashing She (???) that the action was turning her on She started deep throating. My concerns were gone I told her keep going, look, (???) Now it’s a straight slugfest, somebody ’bout to drop I’m overhand right, she straight jabbing the cock She seen my leg lock, she just thought it was a cramp Shit, two seconds later, down go the champ (Oh shit I’m bout to crash. Oh shit, goddamn. Bitch, move.) Shit I lost control, spun off the road Drove my whip into a ditch, had to get the bitch towed Shit, I ain’t trip when we got lifted away Her older brother’s a mechanic plus she work for Triple A (I swallowed it) (Good God) [Outro – J-Live] So there you have it (Nice and easy, that’s what I’m saying) You want to get head behind the wheel of a car, do it up But make sure you have your seatbelt fastened and your Triple A card ready Come on! Good head (It’s the most wonderful thing in the world) Good head (It’s the most wonderful thing in the world) Good head (Start sucking) (Good God) Good head (She’s – She’s dynamite) [Shorty] My jaw hurts