Skins (Feat. Grand Puba)

Uhh
Ahh yeah
What we talkin' 'bout? Talkin' the skinz
Skinz? Yeah the skinz, you know, girls
Fine women
The skinz, listen listen to my man

I hear it callin', never stallin', hit the skinz bed or shelter
Love to tap her on the shoulder, roll her over, then I belt her
Leave a bite when the joint is tight, lovely when it's loose
Produce the proper juice, plus I never hump a deuce
Give me the head on the waterbed, play you like a pro ked
Slide the flavors on the sled, listen to what he said
Come and lie on the bearskin, notice how the firm make him grin
Cover the checks and then I go cash 'em in

Hold the zipper, unlock and grab the whole nag of treats
Hear the hooker slam the butcher with the biggest stack of meats
Take two hands to hold it, flip it out and unroll it
If you spot a brother larger then the next man stole it
Oochie coo now, you know the Mecca wanna bang-bang
Beggin' a pardon as I knock a new skinz stank thang
CL kickin' flavors with the Grand Puba
Speakin' on the wins, I'm about to hit the skinz

Take the skinz, hey
The skinz
Skinz
Yeah, yeah
That's right, talkin' 'bout the skinz, baby
No disrespect, just talkin' 'bout an everyday thing
C'mon

Nowadays, I'm on some extra be careful (Shit)
I take precaution, before I slide up in the slit
Ma (fuck) that, I put aluminum foil on my (Dick)
'Cause if you catch it, boy, that (Shit) 'll kill you quick
Better yet, you can pass me a Ziploc
A bag of boom and a 40 then sone boot knock
I get stiff and it's hard like Charles Bronson
It's kinda (Fucked) up what happened to Magic Johnson
But anyway, you know the resume

Time to drop the Girbauds and parlay, hey
I rock the world of a big batty girl
Won't hit the skinz if she got a Jheri curl
'Cause when I jump into my thing, I make the bed spring sing
And you can ask my old fling who's the bedroom king (woo)
Hit the skinz hard, she'll hang on to the bedpost
Then I drop my load, them get up and make some French toast
Run and get the paper and it won't be the post
After that you know the flavor, I'm ghost

That's right (C'mon)
Be out (With the funky flavors)
Uhh, gonna hit this off right quick
Hit it off (Uhh)
On the skinz

Hit the skinz they're forever wins, cozy like my Timbs and Brims
But never heard a bigger limb around the rim
Set to hurdle when I pop a girdle, sum it up surgical
Lay down the public and the stuff won't curdle
I got the remedy for competition of any
Sleepin' with the enemy who never got a pretty penny
Skinz I'm with, check the lower lipped pal of mine
Now you know the Pet Rock, skinz all the time

Oh, Pete Rock, raw as I ever been
Give me room so I can speak about skinz
Take a tidbit, but God (Damn it), can you dig it?
Sisters play me close and they want my beeper digits
'Cause I love 'em undercover, the Chocolate Boy Wonder
Break like an earthquake, boomin' like thunder
Tell the honey dip the blouse, slip in the house
Sip the Stout, rip the boots and I'm out

Like the Isley's, apply these in-between the sheets
Follow yes another trail as if I had on cleats
Rip my way through a negligee, park it like a valet
Sure it's okay, just met the skinz yesterday
Tap the baggy drawers, lay the laws, lovely puff it up
From the ride, honey buckle up, smearin' all your makeup (Yeah)
CL can wreck it well, a bombshell finishin'
So het the tunnel vision on how I hit the skinz

How I hit the skinz, uhh
It's fat, yes
As you know I like to flow
Don't try to show
Because I'm the accurate man
Everybody knows it
Peace to all stealers
Of the Mouth Vernon
Young poets and players