Knock-N-Boots

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 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, Wednesday movie (yeah) 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