Pete Rock And CL Smooth - Skinz lyrics

rate me

Uhh

Ahh yeah

What we talkin bout? Talkin bout the skinz

Skinz? Yeah the skinz, you know, girls

Fine women

Skinz, listen listen to my man

I hear it callin never stallin hit the skinz bed or shelter

Love to tap her on the shoulder, roll her over, then I belt her

Leave a bite when the joint is tight, lovely when it's loose

Produce the proper juice, plus I never hump a deuce

Give me the head on the waterbed, play you like a Pro Ked

Slide the flavors on the sled, listen to what he said

Come and lie on the bearskin, notice how the firm make him grin

Cover the checks and then I go cash em in

Hold the zipper, unlock, and grab the whole bag of treats

Hear the hooker slam the butcher with the biggest stack of meats

Take two hands to hold it, flip it out and unroll it

If you spot a brother larger then the next man stole it

Oochie coo now, you know the Mecca wanna bang bang

Beggin a pardon as I knock a new skinz stank thang

CL, kickin flavor with the Grand Puba

Speakin on the wins, I'm about to hit the skinz

Pete Rock

Talkin bout the skinz

The skinz

That's right, talkin bout the skinz baby

No disrespect, just talkin bout an everyday thing

C'mon

Grand Puba

Ha ha ha

Hey, hey

Yeah

Nowadays I'm on some extra be careful (shit)

I take precaution, before I slide up in the slit

Man (fuck) that I put aluminum foil on my (dick)

Cause if you catch it, boy that (shit)'ll kick you quick

Better yet, you can pass me a Ziplock

A bag of boom, and a 40 then some boot knock

I get stiff and it's hard like Charles Bronson

It's kinda (fucked) up what happened to Magic Johnson

But anyway, you know the resume

Time to drop the Girbauds and parlay, HEY

I rock the world over big botty girls

Won't hit the skinz if she gotta jheri curl

Cause when I jump into my thing I make the bedspring sing

And you can ask my old fling, who's the bedroom king?

Hit the skinz hard, she'll hang on to the bedpost

Then I drop my load, then get up and make some french toast

Run and get the paper and it won't be the Post

After that you know the flavor I'm ghost

Pete Rock

That's right, be out

Hit it off on the skinz

Cl Smooth

C'mon, with the funky flavors

Uhh, gonna hit this off right quick

Hit the skinz they're forever wins, 'causey like my Timbs and brims

But never heard a bigger limb around the rim

Set to hurdle when I pop a girdle, sum it up surgical

Lay down the pubic and the stuff won't curdle

I got the remedy for competition of any

Sleepin with the enemy who never got a pretty penny

Skinz I'm with, check the lower lipped pal of mine

Now you know the Pete Rock, skinz all the time

Oh Pete Rock, raw as I ever been

Give me room so I can speak about the skinz

Take a tidbit, but God (damnit) can you dig it

Sisters play me close and they want my beeper digits

Cause I love em undercover, the Chocolate Boy Wonder

Break like an earthquake, boomin like thunder

Til the honey dip the blouse, slip in the house

Sip the Stout, rip the boots, and I'm out

Like the Isley's, apply these, in-Between the Sheets

Follow yes another trail as if I had on cleats

Rip my way through a negligee, park it like a valet

Sure it's OK, just met the skinz yesterday

Tap the baggy drawers, lay the laws, lovely puff it up

For the ride, honey buckle up, smearin all your makeup

CL can wreck it well a bombshell finishin

So get the tunnel vision on how I hit the skinz

How I hit the skinz, uhh

It's fat, yes

As you know I like to flow

Don't try to show

Because I'm, the accurate man

Everybody knows it

Peace to all stealers

Of the Mount Vernon

Young poets and players

New Rochelle, the Bronx