Lyrics

You got me rock solid fondling my 357 So I'm gon hit your tonsils with my blanco machete Baby, grip on the handle of my 357 I'm gon split you up the middle with my blanco machete She dancin', your into it She's baking me loot cakes, mommy Look at that scrub a dub, a dub, dub, dub That's the kind of thing J Bigga loves Got every man into tippin' On the dance floor stripin' Rub the wax on (Yeah) You got me rock solid fondling my 357 So I'm gon hit your tonsils with my blanco machete Baby, grip on the handle of my 357 I'm gon split you up the middle with my blanco machete Hand in hand She's lovin' it, I'm touchin' it She stuck it in heave ho She's yankin' it, I'm smackin' it And spankin' it That's my demand Just keep it on the down lo mommy both hands From the record shop to the bus stop on the sack of it You got me rock solid fondling my 357 So I'm gon hit your tonsils with my blanco machete Baby, grip on the handle of my 357 I'm gon split you up the middle with my blanco machete You got somethin' special Somethin' no one else got You got me for tonight But here comes Candy (Ow) On the caller ID She tastes like honey Bring the Supra's Bring the HI-8's Just you and the two of us and the tapes (Yeah) You got me rock solid fondling my 357 So I'm gon hit your tonsils with my blanco machete Baby, grip on the handle of my 357 I'm gon split you up the middle with my blanco machete Bounce, bounce, bounce I wanna see you bounce Shake it, shake it, shake it up And down, down, down (OK, Papi) You got a lovely bunch of coconuts Uh, what, what, what, what, what Slide to the left, let me see your Na Na Na Let it out, real loud just like this (Uh, hu, uh, hu, uh, hu) You got me rock solid fondling my 357 So I'm gon hit your tonsils with my blanco machete Baby, grip on the handle of my 357 I'm gon split you up the middle with my blanco machete I'm through with you if you ain't makin' it wobble So sad, see ya later Unless you can bounce, bounce, bounce (Aw, yeah) Get to steppin', baby The motor mouth that you yappin' is making me emotional I fit the whole sack in your capacity is commendable You got me rock solid fondling my 357 So I'm gon hit your tonsils with my blanco machete Baby, grip on the handle of my 357 I'm gon split you up the middle with my blanco machete