[Dr. Ama:]
Look at you, know my Dark Skin tone attract you
Step to the bar, met eye to eye, actual
Easy can do what them other cats do
Sutle smile I threw, at you, just can't attack you
Notice you was scopin' on mine, hoping in time
I approach you with the opening line, to open your mind
Your physical design, hot like the sun in June
Plus you light up the room like 12 noon
D-N-Z fragrance, sexy tattoo on your breast
And no/yes, your veloptous ness I possess
Mi amor, they call me Doctor (que pasa)
Cause I got the cure for the pain you adore
Tell me, ma, do you have a man? (nada, man)
This the game plan, let's head to mi casa
Tempature sizzling, took up the innocense
Buns soft like Entemann's, let me enter in
[Chorus x2: girl (Dr. Ama)]
How you like your milkshake, daddy? (nice and thick)
Like the way I shake it? (Yeah, that's real slick)
Take your straw, put it in, nice and slow
Have a taste (can you handle it?) I'm a P.R.O.
[Dr. Ama:]
I believe I can fly, Kells did it, nigga, why can't I?
Burn me a sack of bombay, get high
Give my divine, I see king, the royal treatment
Find me a shorty tonight, that lives to eat men
Suction cup, she make construction buff niggas weak men
Petite and, a whole lotta ass for the beating
Check out her feet and, trust me, no crusties
Petite and, 5 foot 5, live, busty
Not the type to bring home to moms
Type you wanna bring home, peel off her thong, puncture her lung
Make it clap, mmm, nasty, nasty
Question, ma, have you ever - (ask me, ask me)
Have you ever, ever, ever, in your club hopping life
Had a thug that'll feed you the pipe all night (all night?)
Sure you right, let's start the show tonight
Tell your girls to come to, they can go the night
[Chorus x2]
[Dr. Ama:]
You know the format, a P.R.O. suck it nice with the raw rap
Baby looking sexy, the way she moving all that
Lay the game flat like a doormat
Saw that, lames hating on the sidelines, but I ignore that
Cheech & Chong, got shorty eating out the palm
Dancing freaky, got meat seeking out the thong
Descreet me, creep off, sneak me to her dorm
At the rap perform, leave baby girl speaking in tongues
Got a tip on my shoulder, attitude's f*cked up
Go against the Stat and get f*cked up
S.I.N.Y. nigga, with tough nuts, I'm calling you tough lucks
My dudes got loose screws, niggas know when to puff dust
Hop up in the plush trucks, hit the clubs, crush smutts
Shorty played you, tough luck, we don't give a what what
Dust dick, make them bitches gut flush, they lust us
Bank on it like Wachovia trust, I tear that stuff up
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[Dr. Ama:]
Look at you, know my Dark Skin tone attract you
Step to the bar, met eye to eye, actual
Easy can do what them other cats do
Sutle smile I threw, at you, just can't attack you
Notice you was scopin' on mine, hoping in time
I approach you with the opening line, to open your mind
Your physical design, hot like the sun in June
Plus you light up the room like 12 noon
D-N-Z fragrance, sexy tattoo on your breast
And no/yes, your veloptous ness I possess
Mi amor, they call me Doctor (que pasa)
Cause I got the cure for the pain you adore
Tell me, ma, do you have a man? (nada, man)
This the game plan, let's head to mi casa
Tempature sizzling, took up the innocense
Buns soft like Entemann's, let me enter in
[Chorus x2: girl (Dr. Ama)]
How you like your milkshake, daddy? (nice and thick)
Like the way I shake it? (Yeah, that's real slick)
Take your straw, put it in, nice and slow
Have a taste (can you handle it?) I'm a P.R.O.
[Dr. Ama:]
I believe I can fly, Kells did it, nigga, why can't I?
Burn me a sack of bombay, get high
Give my divine, I see king, the royal treatment
Find me a shorty tonight, that lives to eat men
Suction cup, she make construction buff niggas weak men
Petite and, a whole lotta ass for the beating
Check out her feet and, trust me, no crusties
Petite and, 5 foot 5, live, busty
Not the type to bring home to moms
Type you wanna bring home, peel off her thong, puncture her lung
Make it clap, mmm, nasty, nasty
Question, ma, have you ever - (ask me, ask me)
Have you ever, ever, ever, in your club hopping life
Had a thug that'll feed you the pipe all night (all night?)
Sure you right, let's start the show tonight
Tell your girls to come to, they can go the night
[Chorus x2]
[Dr. Ama:]
You know the format, a P.R.O. suck it nice with the raw rap
Baby looking sexy, the way she moving all that
Lay the game flat like a doormat
Saw that, lames hating on the sidelines, but I ignore that
Cheech & Chong, got shorty eating out the palm
Dancing freaky, got meat seeking out the thong
Descreet me, creep off, sneak me to her dorm
At the rap perform, leave baby girl speaking in tongues
Got a tip on my shoulder, attitude's f*cked up
Go against the Stat and get f*cked up
S.I.N.Y. nigga, with tough nuts, I'm calling you tough lucks
My dudes got loose screws, niggas know when to puff dust
Hop up in the plush trucks, hit the clubs, crush smutts
Shorty played you, tough luck, we don't give a what what
Dust dick, make them bitches gut flush, they lust us
Bank on it like Wachovia trust, I tear that stuff up
Look at you, know my Dark Skin tone attract you
Step to the bar, met eye to eye, actual
Easy can do what them other cats do
Sutle smile I threw, at you, just can't attack you
Notice you was scopin' on mine, hoping in time
I approach you with the opening line, to open your mind
Your physical design, hot like the sun in June
Plus you light up the room like 12 noon
D-N-Z fragrance, sexy tattoo on your breast
And no/yes, your veloptous ness I possess
Mi amor, they call me Doctor (que pasa)
Cause I got the cure for the pain you adore
Tell me, ma, do you have a man? (nada, man)
This the game plan, let's head to mi casa
Tempature sizzling, took up the innocense
Buns soft like Entemann's, let me enter in
[Chorus x2: girl (Dr. Ama)]
How you like your milkshake, daddy? (nice and thick)
Like the way I shake it? (Yeah, that's real slick)
Take your straw, put it in, nice and slow
Have a taste (can you handle it?) I'm a P.R.O.
[Dr. Ama:]
I believe I can fly, Kells did it, nigga, why can't I?
Burn me a sack of bombay, get high
Give my divine, I see king, the royal treatment
Find me a shorty tonight, that lives to eat men
Suction cup, she make construction buff niggas weak men
Petite and, a whole lotta ass for the beating
Check out her feet and, trust me, no crusties
Petite and, 5 foot 5, live, busty
Not the type to bring home to moms
Type you wanna bring home, peel off her thong, puncture her lung
Make it clap, mmm, nasty, nasty
Question, ma, have you ever - (ask me, ask me)
Have you ever, ever, ever, in your club hopping life
Had a thug that'll feed you the pipe all night (all night?)
Sure you right, let's start the show tonight
Tell your girls to come to, they can go the night
[Chorus x2]
[Dr. Ama:]
You know the format, a P.R.O. suck it nice with the raw rap
Baby looking sexy, the way she moving all that
Lay the game flat like a doormat
Saw that, lames hating on the sidelines, but I ignore that
Cheech & Chong, got shorty eating out the palm
Dancing freaky, got meat seeking out the thong
Descreet me, creep off, sneak me to her dorm
At the rap perform, leave baby girl speaking in tongues
Got a tip on my shoulder, attitude's f*cked up
Go against the Stat and get f*cked up
S.I.N.Y. nigga, with tough nuts, I'm calling you tough lucks
My dudes got loose screws, niggas know when to puff dust
Hop up in the plush trucks, hit the clubs, crush smutts
Shorty played you, tough luck, we don't give a what what
Dust dick, make them bitches gut flush, they lust us
Bank on it like Wachovia trust, I tear that stuff up