Story Behind the Song
This song kind of just fell in place. The Count laid down the beat, Buttercup added some keyboards, then when Benny heard it, he had the whole thing written and recorded in a day and a half.
Lyrics
listen up, honeycup, i wanna tear that shit up
all you gotta do is say oui, si or yup
everywhere i go i make the chicken heads cluck, so what's up?
we gonna do this or what?
all you gotta do is hitch a ride on the red line
i'm like tupac
cause i ain't hard to find
i gotta 1/2 a mind to treat you like a princess
but then the other 1/2 says get to business
you like the diznick, that's why you're with me
you got a fine ass, that's why you'll get me
i think you're pretty & freaky deaky
roll around with me, i'll make the kitty cat leaky
then i'll break it down with the sound of an ass smack
hand on your titty and a finger in your butt crack
(hook) i don't play no games no more
i'll tell you what i want
'cause talk is cheap
i need to freak so shall we get it on
you could say that i'm a bad guy, but i be too nice
you think i'm hot shit
that i could melt ice
i make you think twice about your man girl
there ain't a flyer brother inside this damn world
i'll freak it all night and i just won't stop
diamond in the back with the sunroof top
on time like a clock with the second hand ticking
walking down the street singing "here chicken, chicken, chicken"
you're finger licking, that's why i like you
you got them big things
i wanna bite you
you be alright boo, i'm not twisted
stick around tonight, i'll put the butter on your bisquit
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