[Intro skit]
[Verse 1: Sir Mike Tallon, PhD]
Totally smitten as a kitten
Bitten by the love bug, sittin' in a mitten
A kid with all the fixings and chitlins in the bag
This chick is so bad and thick in the ass
Really digging the ass, wish I could dig in her ass
All day on a dinner plate dish and a napkin
But anyway, before she ditch, lemme ask, "What's your name?
What's your game? What's your claim? What's your aim?"
Ask her if she down, she dance around the question
Asking me now to answer my profession
I talk around it, tax bracket I yakked it
Investment portfolios--but look
Let's not get distracted, missus
Put my post up on her carpet and this kitten scratched it
Ooh my! Quite feisty I see
She told me cool my jets like icing Hi-C's
She says, "I'm a proper girl"
I say, "I'm proper, too!
I'm a gentleman, look who I'm talking to"
"Good, cause gentlemen take ladies out for food
So don't be rude and deny a girl time with you"
"Alright, I guess I'm down for you..."
"And before we go to eat you gotta take me shopping, too
And buy a outfit or two"
"What are you, cuckoo?"
She told me if I did it I could put it in her poop chute
[Hook: Sir Mike Tallon, PhD & Figg Budah]
Why do I keep on fallin' for these kind of girls?
One day I'll fall right off of the earth
Why do I keep tripping and keep getting hurt
I keep fallin' for girls, girls, girls
[Verse 2: Figg Budah]
Okay okay, I'll admit it
I really need help man I'm addicted
To the jazzy dime piece type of women
They fit right in with the life I'm livin'
I get them in groups, four, five, and sixes
I treat them all good man I'm a gentleman
I don't break bread, not a dime is given
Bad enough that I'm out dining with them
See the time I'm spending trying to hook a broad
Should've been making sure my hooks was sharp
Music's my priority
But little Miss Freak keeps calling me
And I try to stall and stay away
In the studio and it's getting late
Ended up there in the after hours
Man that pussy got magnet powers
But why?
[Bridge: Sir Mike Tallon, PhD & Figg Budah]
Why do I keep on fallin' for these kind of girls?
One day I'll fall right off of the earth
[Verse 3: Sir Mike Tallon, PhD]
Hours, days, weeks, a month
Didn't get on her knees even once
Thinking she could tease me and string me along
Like I didn't have a big string bean in the drawers
Like I didn't have a big steel beam in the sling
Like she didn't need a big Jim Beam to get off
She a real slim thing looking mean in the pumps
But ain't hotter than the average girl on the street
(Well why's that?) I'm from Miami Beach
Every single girl in the world's within reach
Matter fact found another girl in the street
Waving towards me and saying, "Hi, daddy"
Now I got her inside of my Caddy
Ride around swerve into lanes, slide a back alley
While she licking me up like I'm candy
My new motherfucking super brain
Speaking of motherfucking, was fucking with this bitch
But I knew she was up to something
Was cool at first then her freaky got funky
Telling me to prod her with her son's rubber ducky
Wanted me to fuck her in front her husband
Put it on Red Tube and profit from it
I almost coughed up my stomach and lunch
Punched the bitch in the cunt and punched it