Last night (skit)

Last night (skit) Lyrics

(Telephone rings 6x)
Yeah..
I dunno no that b**ch bugged out she f**kin other niggas

Girl(hello?)

Hey! Hey!
Where was you at last night?

Yo!She didn't pick up
Guess she was gettin her clit eat up
I let it ring a whole bunch of times before I hung up
No mind I just finished diggin her out
Wit my boxers on and I had my joint in her mouth
Gaggin er an sh*t lookin down at the b**ch laughing
I"m bout to smash that pussy like baby asprins
I"m f**kin her
Like I had feelings for da b**ch
I caught feeling for da b**ch
f**k if Pretty Tone's whipped!
If I wasn't whipped why I keep giving up my dick?
Like it's voodo on da kid
I keep suckin on her clit
From the bed to the bathroom
Toney diggin her down
Sweatin bullets like we in the ring going some rounds
Miss Lucy, eatin sushi playin wit her coochie
On some Lil Kim sh*t tattooed right up on her booty
That said
"Beat you five beans you can't even move me!"
Know how to work her pussy muscles when yo dick is in that cootie
That's right
Yeah her nookie's the bomb
She had niggas wrapped around her middle finger like the female Fonz
But any way you wan..I'm call her again
Do-Do-Do-Do-Do(dialing on phone)
If she diss me I'ma f**k up her Benz
(Background sample)
Hello?(woman)
Hey!(man)
Hello?(woman)
Hey women! This is the second time I called you!
So what!(woman)

I decided to update my groove
Partyin hard and stayin on the move
Playin it cool, takin 'em as they come
Not rushing into love with anyone

(Chorus)
Last night changed it all
I really had a ball (repeat twice)

Phone rings

[Outro: girl (Ghostface Killah) and Theodore Unit]
Damn, nigga, stop f**kin' touchin' me
(Come on, ma, I thought you had an ant on your leg)
Man, you know I ain't have no f**kin' ant on me
{This nigga Starks got ants in his car!}
(Muthaf**ka! You got ants in your mouth, b**ch!)
*Aiyo, Tone, aiyo, Tone, watch the way you drivin', man
It's snowin' right now!* (Muthaf**ka, I got it, nigga I got it!)
*Your drinkin' and drivin' and sh*t*
(Muthaf**ka.. give me another shot of that goose
I mean come on, give me some more Goose nigga!)
*Aiyo son sweatin' bullets back here and sh*t, g*
Yo roll the window down, yo, he bowling ball head, he bowling ball head
(Yo, aiyo, I nigga, thrown over my sh*t)
Man, f**k that sh*t, Starks who the f**k record over it
(Yo listen, baby, I camp real slow right now) Man f**k this
Muthaf**ka we in the Bronx, man! Be quiet, yeah you right (hold on, hold on)
Oohh sh*t... that's that Theodore sh*t right here, g!

Submitted by Triston Murray at tkam542yahoo.com