Taste Of Pastry

Lyrics

[Intro: Cuban Link] Sing, all you gotta do is sing (Oooh-ooh-oh) Michael Jackson, who could sing? But he ain't the most masculine fella in the world (You're my pretty lady, baby, yeah) [Chorus: Cuban Link & Tony Sunshine] Baby, you're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry Baby, you're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry [Verse 1: Cuban Link] Baby, you making me crazy The way you shake your waist got me hasty To get face-to-face and just taste the pastry Lately, you been waiting for that tongue massage A one-on-one under the stars in my summer lodge Pardon, ma, but from the start, I was guilty as charged Leavin' scars wit' no regards, just strictly menage-es-trois At the bar puffin' Cuban cigars, playin' my part As a deeper heart with the streets smarts to read your thoughts But its hard 'cause you're different, you're far from a pigeon You my princess, the vision which got me switchin' religions It's tradition, you even hit the kitchens without bitchin' There's nothin' missin', you perfect like Roger Clemen's picture So your wish is my command, give you kisses on your hand Takin' trips to foreign lands, can't no competition stand Here's the plan, we can skip to Cancun, now who the man? Catch a tan, while we bangin' bodies on the sand, understand? [Chorus: Cuban Link & Tony Sunshine] Baby, you're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry Baby, you're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry [Verse 2: Triple Seis] Yo, it's a dream, ass now right on the triple beam Baggin' heavy, so she ready for the triple team So where in Queens in the more, after-show From the triz spending all her dough, that's how it goes Don't ya know? You question a true thug who will eat the choch Beat the choch and leave you with a new buzz It's because my squad is reppin', it's hard to check 'em You makin' it hard, that's why the god is sweatin' Wanna taste you, lace you and embrace you Let me show you how Triple Seis do A little tongue lashin', make you cum laughin' Pick up ya thong 'cause it's on in the Bronx fashion Think I'm cute? Wait 'til I finish the chooch So smashable, start gassin' you for my TS crew So where my east coast riders at? (What, what) So where my west coast riders at? (Yeah, yay) [Chorus: Cuban Link & Tony Sunshine] Baby, you're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry Baby, you're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry [Verse 3: Prospect] Shorty, I'm right here, I be the thug that you lookin' for Prospect and you know I got it, baggin' it raw Gimme one minute and watch her pants sag to the floor You know what happened before in the back of the door It's hard to tell when we was type wildin' those Security tapped the door, now we on silent mode Must've been too much excitement for us to contain People heard us next door tryin' to fuss and complain Mad 'cause they wasn't crushin' the same, doin' it up I'd still cock back and bust two in the gut They call million-plex shit, had me lovin' the sexin' Left the room and continue using the Lexus Flags over the shoulders, either way I see textures And gestures, got me coming back for extras [Chorus: Cuban Link & Tony Sunshine] Baby, you're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry Baby, you're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry Baby, you're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry Baby, you're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry [Outro: Tony Sunshine] Take off your clothes, meet me in the bathtub I wanna get it on and taste your loving Your pastry looking tasty, yeah