Berner - Cookies In A Bag Berner Lyrics
The act of makin love…is…Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildingsPink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildingsI'll take 30 electric chairsAnd put'em in a classroom30 MC'sAnd set'em free from thier doom.Just like a tomahawk cuts through the windWhen we beginThe wheel of furtune it spinsHoldin'The rhythm like elasticMoldin'Your whole body like plasticSo why try to deny what ya already know ya loveUp aboveCause the maniaHysteriaIn the streetsWhile ya lovers gettin merrierIn the sheetsI met this lady namedSweet young thing andShe gave me that feelinThat sunshine bring in.HordableSportableTotally affordableSilky smoothVoice was real audible.I said your cool as Ice CubaShe said, “your that Public EnemyI seen on the tuba.”Naw.I'm like your Uncle baby.The style of your beautiful faceDrives me crazy.Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D?She said, “You tried to play meLike Big Dad-dy.”I said, “I know your Tribe,I Called and re-QuestedFor you to be manifested.”She said, “You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?”I said, “You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?”Rub ya down with warm Ice-TMake ya feel Bran NubienIn-stant-ly.Boogie DownAnd check this Production.Gimme them lipsThey look good for suction.She said, “Sweet teaseCool with a little almond joyOn the sideJust doin' the fly”You like poundcake?Comin' to my houseTurn on the lightsAnd see me on the couch.I said, “Do the jingleAnd your from around the way.I like your earringsL'sBut anyway…Your grand-daddy isHere to spread cheer.Somethin nice and smoothWith my tounge in your ear.Give me a snackSome Salt And Pepper on a burger.Ice Cube TOr if you prefer theTaste of honey KidRide in my Capri andThat's the jointThey got the real clear CD in.She said, “Stars couldn't get me in a car.I don't know what type of man ya are.You might know karateDo me and get awayI got a glimpse of your license plateN-W-A.”
