used to have mad sex I used to have mad sex (Mad sex) To dirty up another room (Dirty, dirty, dirty) Mad sex Mad sex Dirty, dirty Mad sex Mad sex
Vertimas: Princas. Mad Lytis.
(Mad sex) Oh yeah {x4} (Mad sex) I used 2 have mad sex {x3} (Mad sex) 2 dirty up another room (Dirty, dirty, dirty) Mad sex {x2} Dirty, dirty Mad
Aiyo, this white chick from L.A., she smell Downy Had her best friend named Jade, from Rockland County Double coke heads who love cartoons, type chicks who eat pussy Listen to Prince
on and Don't take 'em to the crib unless they b***** Easy, call 'em on the phone and Platinum Chanel cologne and I stay, dressed, to impress Spark these *** interest Sex
can blow the candle off baby. (candle) U can turn the candle on. Which ever one u choose is alright, 'cause we're going 2 do it all night long (sex) sex
you too dad) And let your life shine like the son [Benzino] I'ma give you answers to ya questions, yup Like why it's important when havin sex to use
(Prince Rakeem talking) Yo here we go yo The Prince Rakeem, this here is called my deadly venom You know what I'm sayin? Some old freestyle type of slick
bone Pass the bone, so I can rule the micraphone Verse one: prince rakeem Rakeem is feelin lovely, word a pocket full of dough A little drunk, reaction's mad
's only one DJ Q-U-I-K With no C still you can't be me Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and Gettin mad sex while I floss the
Huggin' me so much, she almost suffocate the brilliant Sad eyes, plus she had a bad pad, nice Said have to do my share of work, the hooker had mad mice
Yo, this is the Gka-gka-genius And I got the brotha Prince Rakeem on the side You know we got the sess bones in the house And, yo, God I'ma pass you the
nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!) The real live niggas ain't afraid to bust sex Seven soldiers,
my grace Pray up above Slip on my rubber glove and dine Polish off the meal and enjoy some wine Relax recline Yeah Chorus Verse two: prince poetry
the bassline, you'll be hummin' it I'm keepin' it simple 'cause I can swing many ways Rappers get Met, 'cause Met it pays It's a mad, mad, mad, mad
