357 (Blanco Machete)

You got me rock solid fondling my 357
So I'm gon hit your tonsils with my blanco machete
Baby, grip on the handle of my 357
I'm gon split you up the middle with my blanco machete

She dancin', your into it
She's baking me loot cakes, mommy
Look at that scrub a dub, a dub, dub, dub
That's the kind of thing J Bigga loves
Got every man into tippin'
On the dance floor stripin'
Rub the wax on (Yeah)

You got me rock solid fondling my 357
So I'm gon hit your tonsils with my blanco machete
Baby, grip on the handle of my 357
I'm gon split you up the middle with my blanco machete

Hand in hand
She's lovin' it, I'm touchin' it
She stuck it in heave ho
She's yankin' it, I'm smackin' it
And spankin' it
That's my demand
Just keep it on the down lo mommy both hands
From the record shop to the bus stop on the sack of it

You got me rock solid fondling my 357
So I'm gon hit your tonsils with my blanco machete
Baby, grip on the handle of my 357
I'm gon split you up the middle with my blanco machete

You got somethin' special
Somethin' no one else got
You got me for tonight
But here comes Candy (Ow)
On the caller ID
She tastes like honey
Bring the Supra's
Bring the HI-8's
Just you and the two of us and the tapes (Yeah)

You got me rock solid fondling my 357
So I'm gon hit your tonsils with my blanco machete
Baby, grip on the handle of my 357
I'm gon split you up the middle with my blanco machete

Bounce, bounce, bounce
I wanna see you bounce
Shake it, shake it, shake it up
And down, down, down (OK, Papi)
You got a lovely bunch of coconuts
Uh, what, what, what, what, what
Slide to the left, let me see your Na Na Na
Let it out, real loud just like this (Uh, hu, uh, hu, uh, hu)

You got me rock solid fondling my 357
So I'm gon hit your tonsils with my blanco machete
Baby, grip on the handle of my 357
I'm gon split you up the middle with my blanco machete

I'm through with you if you ain't makin' it wobble
So sad, see ya later
Unless you can bounce, bounce, bounce (Aw, yeah)
Get to steppin', baby
The motor mouth that you yappin' is making me emotional
I fit the whole sack in your capacity is commendable

You got me rock solid fondling my 357
So I'm gon hit your tonsils with my blanco machete
Baby, grip on the handle of my 357
I'm gon split you up the middle with my blanco machete