Body Language

INTRO Saukrates Choclair
Pour fador
Hear this
Hey, I got my reasons man. Conkescador. Respect 'em
Let me just say this
You know what I'm saying
You're a very pretty girl
You know it's a lie
Aaaaah
Where's your attitude, which was ugly as a motherfker
You really need to tighten that s**t up
That was real, that's real
How you make me feel sugar, god d*mn!
You got to fix yourself
You know everything is everything
'Cause there's gonna be one nigg*... that might just snap on your ass

Choclair
It's 10:15 up in the AM, scratch the back, cough the phlegm
I hear the phone ringing
I wipe the sleep from the tear ducks
Phone's ringing, sun's blazing through the curtains
Ignore the phone calls, pager bawls
Check the number, its 4-1-6-K-C-T-2-2-6-4
The 3 means for me to go an call back immediately
I call back and ID myself as the Chizz-knocka

Saukrates
Yo, what up potna? I got a little story to tell
About this heavy chickenheaded, brow eye c*cktail
Nipples like pickles, did her well to the dills
Spinning in the background, all I could hear was wedding bells
'Cause the c*ck had me locked on p*ssy detention
Forgot to mention as* cheeks was heavy, broke my suspension
And even got to say what happened
Her body language spoke a new form of rapping
p*ssy so tight she grabbed my d*ck with it and started clapping
When we were done, she said 'thank you sugar' (sugar)
I analyzed her barbed wire tattoo 'round her ankles
Would have taken the time to study it before I hit it
Was killing to get in it,
so I choose to peep the G right after we done did it
I'm telling you this because I'm the sweet p*ssy critic
I reminisce on ass, p*ssy, t*ts and thick lips all over my long pr*ck
You the s**t brown eyes, you the s**t's what I said
I see you doing movies, getting all up in my nigg*'s head
Peep what I said, you the bomb and my mind is caught
But listen, the d*ck is long but the time is short, it's you I'm dissing
You p*ssing in the wind sugar, I'm ice cold
You ain't never gonna win sugar, I'm twice as bold
As the average p*ssy chasing, look who you facing
I read you body language, now please get out my basement

Choclair
But that some s**t nigg*
I bet if you wanted to,
you'd make that p*ssy drip like your snotbox up in the winter
Or watch your picture
I knew this trick that was similar to yours
With the t*ts that stood up, just like the lights upon an '89 Accord
As sharp as a sword, with these nipples like ?????
I was like farmer Brown, 'cause I was picking to get in it
Her body looked stolen from a Stacey Dash mold
If you seen the hold on that ass, s**t! (s**t)
The cactus had my brain blitzed like I'm smoking L's up in the stairs
My pipe is getting full with the liquid joe(?)
Yo, I wanted to unload and make it spread like pour-ed milk on the floor
The center fold, had me rocked if I stood up
Her shoulders being tapped, yo I'm fiending for the cat
I wonder if she'll feel me
I'm breaking through my jeans, lips looking mad big
Like she could suck the green off army fatigues
Body smooth like a GS3, double ooh on the body I would do
She can take the Chizz right out the knock-aaah
You guess you get rock more tricks than the sea
For the Chizz-y (chizz-y), real-ly (real-ly)
You see you just p*ssing in the wind sugar, I'm ice cold
You ain't never gonna win sugar, I'm twice as bold
As the average p*ssy chasing, look who you facing
I read you body language, now please get out my basement

OUTRO Saukrates
Let's go conquistadoris, chocola-tay, Oooooww
Aight, bring it back so I could double this