Three 6 Mafia - Da First Date
Intro
(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good)
Man: So what's up with you right now?
Girl: What you mean what's up with me? What's up with you?
Man: I'm trying to find out what you want to do
Girl: I think I need to go home chill out, relax
Man: I think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me
Girl: Naw it's too early for that
Man: Too early? I been thinking about it for a long time
Girl: But I just met you I don't do that...on the first date
Man: Been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what's wrong with
you?
Girl: What's wrong with you? You ain't getting none
DJ Paul
The s**t started off real well
Real swell the b*tch was talking lovely
She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30
It'll be my first time hitting this b*tch I gotta work
I call me nigg* Big L for about two ounces to serve
I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me?
I'm thinking I know I'm anxious this b*tch is beeping me
This one right here is too wheezy I'm d*mn near scared of that
But I'ma let you boys know when I take care of that
I'm pulling up to the crib lights out
I hit her Nextel celli tell her to come on out
Stepping out of the crib sexy looking bad as hell
I'm knowing godd*mn well I'm bout to get in that tail
So we pulled out first stop J&S liquor store
Don't you play no games young boy you know that's where I gotta go
She talking about going back to my crib but that ain't trying to happen
I changed the subject poured another cup and I kept on yapping
Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game
Hickeys all over her neck so I know she got a man
I'm coming out can we fk? I'm on my period
b*tch the lies
So I dropped the trick off at the first stop sign
And I'ma holla hoe
Chorus
My conversates
I'm trying to fk on the first date
Weaving all on that oil but still you hesitate
I'm wasting time with this funk as* b*tch
Riding round with this drunk as* b*tch
Hoe let it bump
Juicy J
Chicken chicken
Don't be tripping
When I'm bout to spit this pimping
Stacking cheese and counting up easy cause you know I'm into winning
Heard your like a pigeon
Punk as* f*gg*tts always switching
See that Lexus that he ride in
I got that strapped on my wrist'n
Come on hoe and stop the fronting
Keep my d*ck from jumping jumping
Take a shot of fifths and liquor
But I can't be buying nothing
Where I'm from I can't be saying
Cause I'm just to cheap for paying
Can't be hanging drinking drinking
With this guru what a behavior (moan)
Bout to ball the troops to college
Watching haters ow they be falling
Looking for the freaky freakys
That be chewing the d*ck and sw*llowing
We can take a short'n riding
Through the cut to reach your housing
We can ride down to the river
While you work on using your mouth'n
Everybody know you going
Bet you probably saying oh no'n
Then I'm gonna teach you lessons
Stranglin all to death and rowing
And your sister know she with it
Cause she let me nigg* hit it
Then she get the l*cking licking
Then she have to pay to quit it
Chorus(x2)
Lord Infamous
b*tch I don't wanna just hold hands
And listen to slow jams
I'm not with that romance
Or candle light slow dance
Hoe why don't you take a chance?
Ain't like you ain't fked before
Come out those tight as* pants
Stop thinking that I won't call no more
Don't listen to the rumors that Lord will school ya and slide
You wanna wine and dine
But don't wanna bump and grind
There's plenty hoes that wanna bone
So next time we don't get it on
The next time you phone
You gets a dial tone b*tch
Koopsta Knicca
There's many girls that's fine as fk
Tell me how many d*cks that they done sucked? (say what?)
Them pretty girls that like to suck
No telling, tell me how many they done fked? (say what?)
One to the honey b*tch over in the corner
Two to the b*tch on the porch
Take 'em to the bathroom
d*ck them in the fking moon
Make 'em 'til their toes rub on this side fk
What the fk you want though?
Could it be my back room door wide open
Naw you know that'd make me mad
The cheese in my pocket please for the head on the dash
Koopsta Knicca sleeping on the b*tch on the weekend weekend
Chorus(x2)
DJ Paul:
Hoe get up out my s**t!
Ugly b*tch I aint wanna fk your little stanking as* anyway b*tch
Only reason I man motherfking
Man took your motherfking as* and babysitted you all night b*tch
'Cause my nigg* was trying to fk you
Motherfking dike as* greedy little ugly drunk
Stanking breath as* b*tch
Cigarette smoking as* hoe
Get the fk up out my car b*tch!
(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good...)
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