Ras Kass - Lapdance Lyrics
[ras kass]She had me only, almost loosin my coolRemi and moet wit brew, shootin poolAsk me if I wanted a dance, yeahMade my way to her chair, sugar shake it over hereFell in love wit the clothes that she didnt wearBeat the fat derriere, while I whispered in her airHope it all about chippers, Im tryin to kick it after I tip yaPour ya in my champagne glass and sip yaTropical, clockin, latin american mami, sevita from guyanaMove like good sex, plus her eyes do the restBaby soft flesh, you could rest, who the bestHoney straight bangin ya, puffin the buddha pest, tatas danglinStarted to flow, she promised not to hurt meWrapped her legs around my neck, and worked me, wit a lapdance[chorus: rc]The henny got me in a zone, I wanna take you homeSo we can be alone, for my lapdanceI think I got another dime, just do it one more timeThe only thing thats on my mind, is my lapdance[ras kass]Face cameras on, raspberry lipstickHad to be twisted, not really, she insistedExperimented a little, but never kissed itDo I have a girlfriend, she can be my mistressPop the p, like its just for meBout three gs, hangin out of g-string vI dont see nothin wrong wit the humpDamn, sweetie, dont brake you high heel pumpGotta keep it crunk thoughWhen the dj pay, she next on stageAfter the song she gotta go, meet you at bar when Im done1-51, tie cherries in a knot wit her tongueWork the poll like dominique dawes, without drawersApplause, brakin niggas like lawsWe fantasize for the chance to romanceBut it cost 10 dollars for another lapdance[chorus][rc]Ive been your fool, you know you gotta pay your duesYou wanna get wit ras and ruebThen you must choose, and you know you cant looseTheres somethin bout the way that you shakin your rumpIt makes me feel good cuz I likes to humpThe way you move your body in a sexy wayIt makes wanna lapdance everyday[ras kass]She said 5 for the top, 10 for the bottomLooked her up and down, said hmm, I got em[rc]And she worked the nightshiftA dish water blonde, tall and fineShe made a lotta till, ask her what you gotta say, nigga[ras kass]First of all, she 58, Im 56But if I put on my prince heels, can we go on a danceHad her laughin, like ras you off the hookI got 101 positions, thatll leave you shookOff the books, Im all yours on all foursWit nine chords, so, me and moreKeep it real wit me, pick me up at threeScooped up in the lex, and got served for free oohwee[chorus]
