Do You Want It-Killah Priest

[Killah Priest] Whiny, whiny Uh, yeah, turn it up There you go Ladies, yo Legs, y'all know I like dem White or black or light skinned Chinese, big or tiny Right between the legs is where you find me In the bed, gettin mad head Hit it from the back, made her bite up on the spread Grabbin pillows, yo ass right in the middle She gets excited, and calfs start to tremble I rough ride her, when my dick up inside her Have em buggin out and actin all retarded 'Damn, Priest, look what you started' (Hush) Lemme finish my job then Roll over, roll one, I'm sober Come back to the bed with a snicker and a soda Was it good? (Hmm) Well that's what I told ya Was it hood? (Hmm) From the bed to the sofa [Chorus: Woman Voice (Killah in CAPS)] Do you want me? (YEAH) If you had me would you freak me? (YEAH) Do you wanna feel me deeply? (HELL YEAH) Then come here and give it to me (UH HUH, UH HUH) Do you want me? (YEAH) If you had me would you freak me? (YEAH) Do you wanna feel me deeply? (HELL YEAH) Then come on and put it in me (UH HUH, UH HUH) [Killah Priest] I love fat hips, full lips and thick thighs Now ladies, take down my dick size About that long, or maybe this wide She says she love the way that it fits inside Have em catchin fits, throwin up gang signs Old school cat, hit em off Saint Ives Talking in tounge til the B*****s go blind Slow down baby, bout to lose yo mind Now, I lick on breasts, the honeys impressed Talk about sex til we both undressed Til she's in bed, tryna put me to the test Then I beat upon that flesh to put her ass to rest I can, go for hours, control my power This position is called the lotus flower Now the chick is strung, like the way that I'm hung Cause I could drive it like a slave all the way to her lungs Aaaaahhh [Chorus] [Killah Priest] Hold up ladies, lemme tell y'all one thing G strings and I like that tongue ring You really freaky, come over and freak me Get on top, you all hot and leaky Oh you need me, know how to please me You just like the way the ring is on the pinky Calling me daddy, talkin all trashy I'm into that fatty, bring that wagweed I pulled that hair, put that there Put those up there, lets use that chair Bring those fruits out, I got ideas Belly to belly, hands cuffed under that jelly Split that muff and disrupt the tele Damn girl, you got a six pack Small pack, honey sit back I'ma freak ya like 'How you did that?' [Chorus x2] [Fade]