Ecstasy-I Smell Pussy

Son, you smell that? What's that?

I smell pussy. Is that you Irv?

I smell pussy. Is that you Ja?

I smell pussy. Is that you Black?

I smell pussy. Is that you Tah?

Y'all niggas is pussy

I'm balling out nigga now watch me (watch me)

Ain't nothing you can do to stop me

Y'all niggas get so emotional

You remind me of my bitch

It's not of my nature to make a commitment, so let me breathe

What she doesn't understand, catch attitudes when I leave her

My other relations just make it harder for me to accept her as my own

She tries to tie up my phone and

I'm not at home; she's thinking I'm not alone

Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street

I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin' to tie her up but see

It's hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me

Mami, I'm not your regular nigga; I know the game

But I don't play by the rules; I'm focusing on my moves

That way I will never lose

See, I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Bentleys with 22s

You say I confuse you play little tricks with your head

Catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed, hun

I'm not here to tease you, mislead you, or sell you dreams

I can't say I love you I don't know what that means

I'm a pimp

Baby you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy

Baby you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy

When I first met her, I did anything to get her

Paid all her bills and filled her refrigerator

Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up

But couldn't get off, cause your baby would stay up

She even crashed the whip, tryin' to switch in the third lane

That's when I realized, this bitch was a bird brain

A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison

Sing-Sing is where he been in

She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels

Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil

Motorbikes and grams of fishscale

So 9-to-5 niggas was no frills

Turning young niggas with principles to old men with debts

And all the prank calls was death threats

That bitch got the best sex, all across the globe

And the bitch head game was out of control

Baby you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy

Baby you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy

I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me

Or do you miss that Don Perignon and that Christy

I'm fuckin with you

I'm feeling your shape; I'm feeling your eyes

Later on, I'm feeling your ass and feeling your thighs

Sweetheart, you book smart and street smart

I knew you was my type from the very, very start

I'm in to tongue kissing; foreplay all day

Momma ain't home, so the noise is okay

ODB - you know we like it the raw way

Latex; safe sex; no hickeys on the neck

Now you're learning

The lords blesses make me wiser as the world's turning

My tongue touch the right spot; I'll have your toes curling

Whether we just kicking it or we sexing

I'm a pro, baby girl; I spit game to perfection

So when niggas make mistakes, I correct 'em and

When niggas get out of line, I check them man

Baby you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy

Baby you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy