Fatlip Cook
[Verse 1]
Seen you in the club, doing the rub-a-dub
Looking for some trouble having fun
Laughing, giggling, with your ass wiggling
Thinking to myself, hell yeah she's the one
Young and tender, slender, far from Ugly-
Lovely- female gender
I send ya a drink from across the bar, wink-wink, I'm feeling up to par
So I approach you, like I'm supposed to
Cause you're the type I like to get close to
Go back to my chateaus
For a late night night snack sip a little Merlot
Blackened salmon salad with croûtons
Conversate 'til dawn on a fifty dollar futon
Me and you 'til the sunrise
I'm looking in your eyes, thinking of your thighs
[Hook]
Hey baby do you think maybe
That one day you could be my lady?
You look good, can you cook?
Let me put your number in my phone book
[Verse 2]
First date, large, it look great
Five star spot, five hundred a plate
Play the role like I'm ballin'
Your body callin'
So I spend a little Cash Money like a nigga from New Orleans
I see you fallin' for the old Fatlip charm
Feelin my arm, checking my strength
Feeling my leg
Checking my length, uh
Hot damn you a dime like one tenth of a dollar
Lookin' like a young Paula Abdul
Fools follow you try to holla, at you
That's you ain't nothing new
Beautiful way back molested at two
But I don't really care about the past
I just want this thing right here to last
I mastered my dick
Don't get enthusiastic
Or blast too quick and bust off too fast
[Hook x2]
Hey baby do you think maybe
That one day you could be my lady?
You look good, can you cook?
Let me put your number in my phone book
[Talking]
I just want to talk to you right here baby...
What's going on with you...
Naw, I seen, I seen you, I seen you the other night..
You know what I'm saying...
I wanted to, uh, get at you or whatever...
But you know (check it out)...
[Verse 3]
See I need you
See, see we do
Anything you please
I'll be your Hercules
(Anything you please, I'll be your Hercules)
Please, I ain't too proud to beg
(Please, I ain't too proud to beg)
Sick of tricking dough on hoes spending an arm and a leg
(Sick of tricking dough on hoes spending an arm and a leg)
Drinking all alone Coronas by the keg
I vaguely recall the last call I received
Or exactly when my last ejaculation was achieved
Without the assist of a hole in my fist
It's almost as if sex doesn't exist
But that's only half of the whole thing
I need a queen to respect the king
Wear my ring, bear my offspring
Bring me meals morning and evening
[Hook x4]
Hey baby do you think maybe
That one day you could be my lady?
You look good, can you cook?
Let me put your number in my phone book
