Текст песни Blak Pudd'n - SWV
Boy,
be
quite,
follow
me
and
tip
toe
Don't
wanna
make
too
much
noise
Sneaking
in
your
window
So
pull
down
the
shades
'Cause
my
neighbors
are
kind
of
nosy
Comfy,
cosy,
now
off
with
the
clothes-y
Can
I
get
a
witness?
Betta
fitness
Baby,
we
can
do
it,
take
your
time,
do
it
right
Lick
my
belly
button,
whisper
sweet
nothings
In
my
ear
to
get
my
hormones
in
gear
Now,
mamma's
little
baby
loves
toast
and
jam
Melts
in
your
mouth
but
not
in
your
hand
Black
pudd'n
Separates
the
boys
from
the
men
You
can
knock
all
day
Jehovah
but
you
can't
get
in
Maybe
you
can
get
a
scoop,
if
you're
really
all
of
that
And
you
can
leave
your
fake
fingernails
in
my
back
Now,
I
may
not
be
a
lady
but
I'm
surely
all
woman
So
check
it,
the
proof
is
in
the
pudd'n
Can
I
get
a
lick?
Can
I
get
a
lick?
What?
Can
I
get
a
lick?
Can
I
get
a
lick?
What?
Can
I
get
a
lick?
Can
I
get
a
lick,
girl?
I
wanna
get
a
taste
of
your
pudd'n
Must
be
Jell-O,
'cause
pudd'n
don't
jiggle
like
that
Yeah
ain't
that
a
fact,
pull
out
your
spoon
And
let's
begin
the
mixing,
always
in
the
bedroom
Never
in
the
kitchen
you
can
get
busy
With
your
head
beneath
the
blanket
Flip
it,
spank
it,
gettin'
buck
naked
'cause
women
in
the
90's
Want
more
from
a
brother
than
a
part-time
lover
Who's
wack
undercover,
so
brother,
do
your
duty
When
it
comes
to
the
bedroom,
don't
let
him
eat
the
pudd'n
If
he
ain't
got
the
head
room
So,
dip,
D
I
P,
dive
if
you
wanna
be
a
diver
Sport
a
helmet
with
a
light
like
an
old
gold
miner
No
need
to
taste
test
the
puddn's
always
fresh
So,
brothers,
wear
a
bib
if
you're
gonna
make
a
mess
Can
I
get
my
spoon
in,
no
way
Now
I
eats
more
pudd'n
than
old
folks
play
bingo
Parker
Lewis
can't
lose
in
Santa
Domingo
What
about
Atlanta?
[unverified]
than
Santa
Saturday
night,
I'm
liver
than
Rose-ana-ana
Dan-a
So,
Holy
Molly
([Unverified])
Can
I
get
my
spoon
in,
no
way
Now
I
eats
more
pudd'n
than
old
folks
play
bingo
Parker
Lewis
can't
lose
in
Santa
Domingo
What
about
Atlanta?
[unverified]
than
Santa
Saturday
night,
I'm
liver
than
Rose-ana-ana
Dan-a
So,
Holy
Molly
([Unverified])
Can
I
get
my
spoon
in,
no
way
Now
I
eats
more
pudd'n
than
old
folks
play
bingo
Parker
Lewis
can't
lose
in
Santa
Domingo
What
about
Atlanta?
[unverified]
than
Santa
Saturday
night,
I'm
liver
than
Rose-ana-ana
Dan-a
So,
Holy
Molly
([Unverified])
Can
I
get
a
lick?
Can
I
get
a
lick?
What?
Can
I
get
a
lick?
Can
I
get
a
lick?
What?
Can
I
get
a
lick?
Can
I
get
a
lick,
girl?
I
wanna
get
a
taste
of
your
pudd'n
Proof
is
in
the
pudd'n,
so
come
get
a
taste
I
know
that
you
love
it
from
the
smile
on
your
face
Up
and
down
like
a
slinky,
let's
get
kinky
The
cream
in
the
middle
of
a
Twinkie
'Cause
I
likes
my
men
cot
diesel
And
if
you're
unleaded
then
nigga,
just
forget
it
You
can't
rub
my
back,
or
kiss
my
neck
either
With
you
sniffy,
sneezy,
coughy,
achy,
stuffy
head
fever
Undercover
lover,
in
between
the
sheets
As
the
bed
springs
creak,
while
I
rips
up
the
beat
Brothers
love
the
pudd'n
like
Lucy
loves
Ricky
Joanie
loves
Chachi,
or
Micky
loves
Minne
But
I
have
getting
hickies
on
my
neck
in
the
summer
'Cause
wearing
a
turtle
neck
is
a
bummer
I
heats
up
the
mike
'til
your
blood
pressure
rises
It
ain't
the
kind
of
pudd'n
Bill
Cosby
advertises
Pull
out
your
spoon,
and
let
us
begin
But
if
you
front
on
the
pudd'd
You
might
not
get
your
spoon
in
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