Songtext Supdoder (what's the re?) Souls Of Mischief

Supdoder (what's the re?)

[female voice] how do I know youre any good?
[male voice] Ill give you a free sample
[male voice] and if you like it well team up
[male voice] if not, no hard feelings
[female voice] fair enough

[tajai]
Indeed her body is bad true
Her hair is wit
Mos def, Im impressed by her style of dress
A retro, strange get up
Lookin like a betty page pinup
Make me wanna release the pimp in me
Who stays pent up
For days like these skirts lit up
Boustiere the type to tease
Rosy lips have me frozen stiff
Watchin her tongue flick
As she rolled a spliff
I approached amidst the smoky mist
Spoke to the miss in ways Im known to
And once transfixed by my gaze
We moved on to
Bigger and better nightcaps
To relax the synapsys syntact
That make her want to contact my mattress
Tumbling gymnastics
Is calculated movements no time for fumbling
She shucked her clothes
Contorted into a pose, i
Couldnt oppose the long stem rose
Protruding for my robe, she strolled to the windows
And made for sho the shades was closed
And then I "supdoder? "
Then I "whats the red? " her
Then I or gd her

[opio]
Shit I had to meet her
Freak her like derek jeter did mariah
Orgasm messiah nigga I freed her
Her boyfriends a crack dealer
Flashin on her straight wife beater
Drawn down with the nine heater
Tryin to slap the handcuffs on her when he the criminal
Real women know you can only pimp a ho
Dont try to get physical
Cuz she gon suck another dick
And oh it might be mine
I bust her out she walkin pigeon-toed
Then I cast with the fishin pole
Catch her in the indigo see-through
She feel an o
And its oh jesus
Cause shes just the type to let me have it all, see
So I had a ball

[scratched]
I hit it, I did it I admit it
And we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did it
Say youre gin (gin? ) gin
But anyway they beg for more and thats for sure
I hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit it
Sup doe, sup doe, sup doe!
Supdoder the I "whats the red? " her
Then I gd her

[a-plus]
Now, the souls niggas dont say "what up love" or "yo"
We see a pretty thing and be like "sup doe!"
She probly wit it if you keep your body fitted
If you bumming with no money she bouncin like somebody shitted
But thats cool though, cuz in the rules bro
Win or lose theres always someone else to choose yo
Thats the case in this rat race
Whether she skinny and pretty or bangin with a wack face, i
Met a broad on the street, she said call her denise
Sportin a green nautica fleece
Ha, thats cute probly her mans coat
Thatll stop me the day I see somethin on land float
Put in your hand wrote the phone number down
About a week and two days passed
Plus wanna slumber now
Supdoder, then I "stammined" her
Then I gd her

[phesto dee]
Yeah its permanent work on my hip
Im that swift
Jerry kirby and terrell owens had a fifth
You know them two live crew
Dancer short and make you thick
Hawaiian black siren lookin like salma hayek
With inflated pecs she playin water polo
bout to start a riot at the hyatt by the colliseum whats the re
Im like sup doe! I see its all (fiat? )
She said "whats that in your sweatpants a six foot kayak?
Frightened like she on a dick diet had me inspired
At times you can say her mouth put up a whole lot of silence
The whip cream shootin on her ass, tits and thighs
Im no cassanova but I pole her while I hold a motorola
And rollin dosia if I know shes sober
That I only light in the room at the flash of my busy busy minolta
She electrify when Im erect with sexual voltage
Bust out pole position if she fuckin with the souls of mischief

[scratched]
I hit it, I did it I admit it
So then we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did it
Say youre gin (gin? ) gin
But anyway they beg for more and thats for sure
I hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit it
Sup doe, sup doe, sup doe!
Supdoder then I "stammined her"
Then I gd her