Testo Blak Pudd'n - SWV
Testo della canzone Blak Pudd'n (SWV), tratta dall'album It's About Time
Shh, boy, be quiet, follow me on tip-toe
Don't wanna make too much noise sneakin' in your window
So pull down the shades 'cause my neighbors are kinda nosy
Comfy, cozy, now off with the clothes-y
Can I get a witness? (Body like fitness)
Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right
Mmm, lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings
In my ear to put my hormones in gear
Now momma's little baby loves toast and jam
Melts in your mouth, but not in your hands
(Black push) separates the boys from the men
You can knock like a Jehovah, but you can't get in
Maybe you can get a scoop if you really all of that
And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back
Now I may not be a lady, but I'm surely all woman
So check it, the proof is in the puddin'
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? (What?)
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? (What?)
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick?
I wanna get a taste of your pudding
Must be Jell-O 'cause pudding don't jiggle like that
Yeah, ain't that a fact?
Pull out your spoon and let's begin the mixin'
Always in the bedroom, never in the kitchen
You can get busy with your head beneath the blanket
Flippin' it, spankin', gettin' butt-naked
'Cause women in the '90s want more from a brother
Than a part-time mother who's wack undercover
So brothers, do your duty when it comes to the bedroom
Don't let him eat the puddin' if he ain't got the headroom
So dip, dip, dive if you wanna be a diver
Spot the helmet with a light like an old gold miner
No need to taste test, the pudding's always fresh
So brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess
Can I get my spoon in? (No way)
Yo, can I get my spoon in? (No way)
Yo, can I get my spoon in? (No way)
I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for some puddin' today
Now I eats more puddin' than old folks play Bingo
Barker Lewis can't lose and send tons of mingo
What about Atlanta? Choose more gifts than Santa
I'm Saturday night, I'm liver than Roseanne Roseannadanna
So holy moly, a bedhead couldn't hold me
Play ring around the rosie, Beverly Hills with Rocky, roll me
Jump, bitchiminy, I express nativity
Here I come, here I come like Santa down the chimney
Girls think I'm neat-o, they grab my mozzapino
I get frantic like the Pink Panther swattin' a mosquito
Dun-dun, dun-dun, I guess it's 'cause I'm handsome
So give the finger over Redenbacher and his grandson
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? (What?)
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? (What?)
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl?
I wanna get a taste of your pudding
The proof is in the puddin', so come get a taste
I know that you love it from the smile on your face
Up and down like a Slinky, let's get kinky
The cream in the middle of a Twinkie
'Cause I like my man cock diesel
And if you're un-wetted, then nigga, just regret it
You can't rub my back or kiss my neck either
With your sniffly, snoozy, crusty, cakey, stuffy head fever
Undercover lover, in between the sheets
As the bed springs creaks, as I rips up the beat
'Cause brothers love the puddin' like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Juggy, or Mickey loves Minnie
But I hate gettin' hickies on my neck in the summer
'Cause wearin' a turtleneck is a bummer
I heats up the mic 'til your blood pressure rises
It ain't the kind of puddin' Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out your spoon and let us begin
But if you front on the puddin', you might not get your spoon
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Writer(s): Aaron King
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