[DJ FM]
"Little boy told his mama
Said, "Mama, I'm gon' go downtown and win you a turkey"
She said, "Child, how you gon' win me a turkey?"
Said, "Well, they havin' a contest
At behind the hardware store
And the one who'd have the longest pee win the turkey"
She said, "Hon, I don't want you goin'
Pullin' all your pee out
Front of all them bitches"
He said, "I ain't gonna pull it all out, mama
Just enough to win the turkey" --> Gene Tracy
[Verse 1: Sick Jacken]
I got my notebook held hostage
This Psycho lost it
It's too late for you now, holmes
Te la pelaste
Sell like my funk X-rated, like I like my sex
This shit is nasty
Voila, muppet, you got it blastin'
I'm a momo legend
Put the L.D. down
That's on the D.L.
Treat my notebook like a female
Got her in the flamingo, in goes my lingo
Single handedly, bust a nut, that's when the egg flows
Put me on with Doobie, on tape, on a porno movie
Either way, I put the fuck down, homie
Keep your blue diamonds, my pants open
Chest in the fluffles, in it, from somethin', keep ridin'
S-I-C-K
S-I-D-E
Love from that side, cause it's a F-U-C, see
Lots of it, all the time, everyday, we perverts
Put in work, to the next jerk, until the head hurts
We rock M-I-C's
IUD's with ease
Wipe the side of your head, cause your ear just got these
Please
Ita, put it down, stop frontin'
Give 'em a Sprite and a paper towel, cause image is nothin'
Chorus:
[Son Doobie] What we comin' with?
[Sick Jacken] The L.D.
[Son Doobie] What's that?
[Sick Jacken] Long dick stylah rhymin'
Stab a track
Put the L.D.
[Son Doobie] What's that?
[Sick Jacken] With mic holds and sick flows
You can't get enough, like nymphos
[Son Doobie] What we comin' with?
[Sick Jacken] The L.D.
[Son Doobie] What's that?
[Sick Jacken] Long dick stylah rhymin'
Stab a track
Put the L.D.
[Son Doobie] What's that?
[Sick Jacken] With mic holds, with sick flows
Dope beats and pussy alike, will kill those
[DJ FM]
"So what is it this time?
You just wanna be held?
Or you want the L.D.?"
"What you think it is?
I want the L.D., baby"
