You better leave
your hat on like Joe Cocker
Sex in the city ain't just
a soap opera
Just the other day I was
at the post office
Caught your ma checking my ass
and said, Don't stop it
I reached for the can of the girl behind,
Laughed, whispered,
Do you like spa baths?
Maybe a hot pass
I barred up in my tracksuit
pants
So embarrassed, couldn't move,
till my statue shrank
Started making small talk,
she could tell I was nervous
And just when you think I'm in,
shit worsens
In first, the candid, Cameron crew
I've been set up,
now what's a man to do?
Nearly two years later ,
saw the host of the show
Sold him shit as a half gram,
another case
Checked the girl in a strip bar,
her skimpy clothes
Took her home,
and sold her a million videos
Just like that
Bullshit pegs, mate, you're trooping,
come on
Let's be a far fetched
But she had a head worse
than Donna Versace
Ain't none worse than
Donna's head, man
She makes Genie
Little look half -human
Man, that ain't nothin'
compared to one night
I was out with the crew,
gettin' bung -eyed
Met a girl from New York
who had me tongue -tied
Talkin' all about hip -hop till sunrise
She asked where I lived,
and in five minutes
We touched down in my
lounge in fine spirits
I threw on beer withers
and poured some drinks
She wanted hand drinks
and hardcore flicks
Put out her whip and cuffs
and started undressing
Just before we're about to get down,
one question
I had no pro tection to save my life
So I rode to 7 -Eleven on a
neighbour's bike
But I paid the price, cause when I got back
All I found was a note
and number to contact
Like most of my crew
you probably think it's funny as
But I cried when the card read,
funny wench
Man, I've seen this girl years back,
she used to wake me up every morning,
2 to 3 after raging off a tree
Mad demanding, wouldn't let me sleep
till she heard the birds sing
Wouldn't even get
to see a movie in a month,
I couldn't work I was so tired
She's got me using it for sex man,
she's a man eater
Got her number?
Thanks watching