Slob on My Nob Songtext
von Tear da Club Up Thugs
Slob on My Nob Songtext
Slob on my nob, like corn on tha cob
Check in with me, and do your job
Lay on the bed and give me head
Don′t have to ask, don't have to beg
Juicy is my name, sex is my game
Let′s call the boys, let's run a train
Squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt
The natural curly hair, please don't touch
First find a mate, second find a place
Third find a bag to hide the ho′s face
Real name Rover, I said bend over
I started knock, then came the odour
Smelled like mush, shoulda had a wush
Told her to stop and take a dush
Once she did that, I didn′t want the cat
So I backed out, and never came back
Suck a nigga dick or somethin'
Suck a nigga dick or somethin′
Suck a nigga dick or somethin'
Suck a nigga dick or somethin′
My nigga D Magic, said he had to have it
I said just forget it, it's too crabby
Know a little freak, in Hollywood
Sucks on dick, does it real good
She′ll give you money, fill up your tummy
House full of kids, parents all sprung
Once had it down, backyard ground
Hit it from the back, enjoy the sound
Lay 'em undercover, always used a rubber
'Til I got caught fuckin′ with her mother
She blamed it on me, we fought in the street
She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee
Call up the boys, went to her house
Charges the whole place, threw the bitch out
Police busted in, where them niggas at
We left just in time and never came back
Rolled through the hood waving at the freaks
Who sniffin′ on the rocks, smoking of the gigs?
Made another stop, police station
Saw a few cops, drove by and sprayed 'em
License tag number, a nigga said he saw
Bogus of the time, never get caught
Check in with me, and do your job
Lay on the bed and give me head
Don′t have to ask, don't have to beg
Juicy is my name, sex is my game
Let′s call the boys, let's run a train
Squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt
The natural curly hair, please don't touch
First find a mate, second find a place
Third find a bag to hide the ho′s face
Real name Rover, I said bend over
I started knock, then came the odour
Smelled like mush, shoulda had a wush
Told her to stop and take a dush
Once she did that, I didn′t want the cat
So I backed out, and never came back
Suck a nigga dick or somethin'
Suck a nigga dick or somethin′
Suck a nigga dick or somethin'
Suck a nigga dick or somethin′
My nigga D Magic, said he had to have it
I said just forget it, it's too crabby
Know a little freak, in Hollywood
Sucks on dick, does it real good
She′ll give you money, fill up your tummy
House full of kids, parents all sprung
Once had it down, backyard ground
Hit it from the back, enjoy the sound
Lay 'em undercover, always used a rubber
'Til I got caught fuckin′ with her mother
She blamed it on me, we fought in the street
She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee
Call up the boys, went to her house
Charges the whole place, threw the bitch out
Police busted in, where them niggas at
We left just in time and never came back
Rolled through the hood waving at the freaks
Who sniffin′ on the rocks, smoking of the gigs?
Made another stop, police station
Saw a few cops, drove by and sprayed 'em
License tag number, a nigga said he saw
Bogus of the time, never get caught
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Paul Duane Beauregard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com