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Knock-N-Boots
Wrecks - N - Effect
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Come let me knock it, baby, hmm, uh
Come let me knock it, baby, hmm, uh-uh
Come let me knock it, baby, hmm, uh
Come let me knock it, baby, yeah
Tipping your Timberlands over like an oak tree
Is all I wanna do, so baby, don't provoke me
'Cause I'll begin cutting you down for size
If I'm a little boy, I'm packing one big man's surprise
Now you can try to come swing
If you really feel that you can cling in a ring with king ding-a-ling
But I doubt that, like, I'm just about fat
She might be pitching her cat but I'm up to bat
Listen, how the man puts it together like a fan
My lips can make the move more mushy than wet sand
So come and get some, baby, if you really feel you can do it
Boil it or stew it, bake it, broil it, then chew it
Uh, I got the goods for the night
But not until you say my name right
It's Akil, first letter is an A though you say it like, "Ah"
With the "kuh" and the "ah," ill, then we can knock some boots
Meet on Sunday, call on Monday (uh)
Dinner Tuesday (yeah), Wednesday movie (word)
Thursday nothing, set up something
Friday shopping, let's go shopping
Weekend popping, no boots knocking
I'll wait one day (hey, hey), hey, that's something
Sunday rolling (uh), she's real open
And then we can knock some boots (check it out)
I'll be stuffing it up the middle like a turkey
So come and get some of this creamy melted mozzarella
Pumping beef jerky, as I get into it, you holler
As it gets gooder, you collar me by my neck, I holler
You never been humped like so, nah
That makes me get up, shake my rump and go cha-cha-cha
'Cause I just did work, made the box spring jerk
Had you crying, "Chill, kill, that shit hurts"
But I'm still lying in the shape of a wishbone
I'm changing settings on the ring of our switch phone
As I'm in between the legs, I'm making my home
Bucking and biting, she's steadily taking the bone
Shh, huh, settle down, baby, save the noise
Screaming and scratching backs without whips, blasts, whacks
All I wanna hear is the gushes from the bushes
And slurps from you blowing a flute as we knock some boots
Meet on Sunday, call on Monday (uh)
Dinner Tuesday, Wednesday movie (yeah)
Thursday nothing, set up something
Friday shopping, let's go shopping
Weekend popping, no boots knocking
I'll wait one day, hey, that's something
Sunday rolling (yeah), she's real open (you know what?)
And then we can knock some boots (you know what?)
An envelope, that's what you are, hey!
'Cause I'll stuff it, return address it, then send you on your goddamn way
See, if you're in the mood for mailing a lot of gushy tushy to do
You know right where to send it to
Baby, I'm into keeping it live
Not even mother nature can get this naughty cause I've
Mastered the style of licking and sticking and biting and kicking
Mo' police stops than house issues, getting a whipping
Stop? No way! Let me slide this through ya
'Cause I'll ride that rock from here to Aruba
The size of the jimmy just might fright
But after a 40 she's sure to be calling me naughty by midnight
Doing it with a lot of style like New York
Grabbing her down by the bottom where it's fat like pork
Whether I'm in jeans or a suit
I'm picking out the best ones like fruit
So we can knock some boots
Meet on Sunday, call on Monday
Dinner Tuesday (yeah), Wednesday movie (movies?)
Thursday nothing, set up something (uh-uh)
Friday shopping, let's go shopping
Weekend popping, no boots knocking
I'll wait one day, hey, that's something
Sunday rolling, she's real open
And then we can knock some boots
Uh, skins clashing and all
Hon it's warm now 'cause the heat's cooling down now like fall
But, hey, I ain't your minute man and I will come quick as a telegram
As I put her in one hell of a jam
But she can nibble on the nuts 'til she'll just shrivel
In and out like dribbly dribble, like dribbly dribble
Damn it, don't call my back 'cause my first instinct
Is kicking your ass off the bed, to the floor up under the sink
I'm down with O.P.P., my girl's down with O.I.F.O
Or Ralph Wandell, so kick your nails low
All I need is to be laying in the bed
Of my cutie flips with scratches, no sex hits to the head
Hell, I don't fuck with two girls under the sink
'Cause I'll kick her ass from Harlem and switch foots by the rink
Move her aside, go inside, pay my loot
And rent a pair of skates and roll my way in to knock some boots
Meet on Sunday (uh), call on Monday (yeah)
Dinner Tuesday, Wednesday movie
Thursday, nothing, set up something
Friday shopping, let's go shopping
Weekend popping, no boots knocking
I'll wait one day, hey, that's something
Sunday rolling, she's real open
And then we can knock some boots
Check it, uh, ah, let me knock it, baby
Uh, ah, let me knock it, baby
Uh, ah, let me knock it, baby
Uh, ah, let me knock it, baby
Uh, ah, let me knock it, baby
Uh, ah, let me knock it, baby
Uh, ah, let me knock it, baby
Uh, ah, I wanna knock them boots
Tipping your Timberlands over like an oak tree
'Cause I'll be stuffing it up the middle like a dick, uh
You know what? You're an envelope, that's what you are, hey
Check it out, uh, skins clashing and all, check it
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