Pink Cookies in a Plastic Bag Getting Crushed by Buildings Songtext
von LL Cool J

The act of makin love is...

Pink cookies in a plastic bag
Gettin′ crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag
Gettin' crushed by buildings

I′ll take 30 electric chairs, and put 'em in a classroom
30 MC's and set ′em free from their doom
Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind
When we begin, the wheel of furtune it spins
Holdin′ the rhythm like elastic
Moldin' your whole body like plastic
So why try to deny what ya already know ya love, up above


′Cause the mania, hysteria in the streets
While your lover's gettin merrier in the sheets
I met this lady named sweet young thing
And she gave me that feelin′ that sunshine bring in
Portable, sportable, totally affordable
Silky smooth, voice was real audible
I said, "You're cool as Ice Cuba"
She said, "You′re the Public Enemy, I seen on the tuba"

"Naw, I'm like your Uncle baby
The style of your beautiful face drives me crazy"
Well, can we do ya so Heavy ah D?
She said, "You tried to play me like Big Daddy"
I said, "I know your Tribe, I called and re-Quested
For you to be manifested"

She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"
I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"
Rub ya down with warm Ice-T
Make ya feel Brand Nubian instantly

Boogie Down and check this production
Gimme them lips they look good for suction
She says, "Sweet tease, cool with a little almond joy
On the side just doin' the fly"
You like poundcake? Come to my house
Turn on the lights and see me on the couch
I said, "Do the jingle and you′re from around the way
I like your earrings, L′s, but anyway


Your grand-daddy is here to spread cheer
Somethin' nice and smooth with my tongue in your ear
Give me a snack, some Salt And Pepper on a burger
Ice Cube T or if you prefer the
Taste of honey Kid, ride in my Capri
And that′s the joint they got the real clear CD in

She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car
I don′t know what type of man ya are
You might know karate, do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate, N-W-A"

Pink cookies in a plastic bag
Gettin' crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag
Gettin′ crushed by buildings

Pink cookies in a plastic bag
Gettin' crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag
Gettin' crushed by buildings

She was chubby and ready to rock
And Naughty By Nature and part of my private stock and
Ridin′ in the relax frame of mind and hmm
Hammer timin′
Incredible
So edible and unforgettable
Soft like a Q-Tip, I'd love to get with you
′Cause I'm the type of guy that got props too

Feel it in mo′ and more...
When I get ready for a showcase put together well
I go deep and have an oil well show and tell
I said, "Yo-Yo! You're so intelligent and elegant"

I n-I never Run to be D with another MC
I got what I want right in front of me
I know a kid named K, he′s a MD
Last time I heard yo, was gettin' real friendly
Belly to belly and chest to chest
Thigh by thigh, leg by leg and I guess

Ain't no way to get ya out
You′re so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L sort
Of a freaky situation with a peppermint twist
Ricky or Mike is next on the list
Nastified and all-funkified
Come on, come on, come on, ride

Take you here, never fear whatcha hear
What ya hear is it clear?
Understand and love ya big dear
And I will appear, my dear, with a beer
And bags full of cheer, the waterbed (yeah!)

′Cause I rumble and groan
She said, "You got to be bad to make the moanie moan"
Ain't no reason to front on the way your life shown (booya!)
How I′m jumpin' your bones like a Grand
Master in a Flash
Put out your cigarette and rest your tired ash

All I wanna do is make woopie, you′re my pink cookie
Not a wookie when you take it off I'd love a lookie
′Cause I'ma mix it up toss style
Peace out you got the sexual profile

Pink cookies in a plastic bag
Gettin' crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag
Gettin′ crushed by buildings

Pink cookies in a plastic bag
Gettin′ crushed by buildings
(Buildings, buildings, buildings...)