I Smell Pussy

Son, you smell that? What's that? I smell pussy. Is that you Irv? I smell pussy. Is that you Ja? I smell pussy - Is that you Black? I smell pussy. Is that you Tah? Y'all niggas is pussy I'm balling out nigga now watch me (watch me) Ain't nothing you can do to stop me Y'all niggas get so emotional You remind me of my bitch... It's not of my nature to make a commitment, so let me breathe What she doesn't understand - catch attitudes when I leave her My other relations just make it harder for me to accept her as my own She tries to tie up my phone and I'm not at home; she's thinking I'm not alone Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin' to tie her up but see It's hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me Mami, I'm not your regular nigga; I know the game But I don't play by the rules; I'm focusing on my moves That way I will never lose See, I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Bentleys with 22s You say I confuse you play little tricks with your head Catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed, hun I'm not here to tease you, mislead you, or sell you dreams I can't say I love you I don't know what that means I'm a pimp Baby you know I like when you climb on top Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy Baby you know I like when you climb on top Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy When I first met her, I did anything to get her Paid all her bills and filled her refrigerator Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up But couldn't get off, cause your baby would stay up She even crashed the whip, tryin' to switch in the third lane That's when I realized, this bitch was a bird brain A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison Sing-Sing is where he been in She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil Motorbikes and grams of fishscale So 9-to-5 niggas was no frills Turning young niggas with principles to old men with debts And all the prank calls was death threats That bitch got the best sex - all across the globe And the bitch head game was out of control I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me Or do you miss that Don Perignon and that Christy I'm fuckin with you I'm feeling your shape; I'm feeling your eyes Later on, I'm feeling your ass and feeling your thighs Sweetheart, you book smart and street smart I knew you was my type from the very, very start I'm in to tongue kissing; foreplay all day Momma ain't home, so the noise is okay ODB - you know we like it the raw way Latex; safe sex; no hickeys on the neck Now you're learning The lords blesses make me wiser as the world's turning My tongue touch the right spot; I'll have your toes curling Whether we just kicking it or we sexing I'm a pro, baby girl; I spit game to perfection So when niggas make mistakes, I correct 'em and When niggas get out of line, I check them man