[Chorus from "Talk Like s**" begins] ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
Since I made the record "Talk Like s**,"
b****** are comin' up with their friends for a n**** to hit the skins.
Hopin' the Kool G Rap was just makin' rhymes,
but I'm leavin' b******' v*****s with more stitches than Frankenstein.
Some even had the nerve to try to give me head,
and swallow the whole jimmy to make a n**** fed.
But come on you b******, don't make me laugh;
you couldn't deep throat G Rap if you was a m***********' giraffe.
Dag, some even fled when they saw the head,
cuz G's d*** would make you seasick f*****' me in a waterbed.
Don't try to paly me like no sucker,
cuz these b******'ll be callin' up Dial-a-Mattress like a m***********.
You heard the song before; you don't wanna see me,
"I'll f*** you on the A-train while I write graffiti."
I'll even f*** you in a taxi cab,
and after s** with a n**** you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
Soon as you open your legs,
no need for no birth control, b****, cuz my d*** is touchin' the eggs.
Kool G Rap, the p**** slammer;
hell, I'd be talkin' f***** up grammar if you was Bad Mamma Jamma.
I ain't small, I'll have you c**min' like waterfalls,
and then turn them sugar walls into Carnegie Hall.
Leavin' my mark on b****** like Zorro,
plus f*****' b****** so def like there won't be no p**** left tomorrow.
Hittin' hoes like it ain't funny,
I think about bowls of Cheerios because I want my nuts and honey.
Talkin' to all the women that look fine,
pretendin' my p**** was Moby d*** and have a whale of a time.
Now I'm not a deep-sea diver,
but I love it when my d***'s covered and smothered with saliva.
s***, might even straighten out your dentures,
because it's not just a b*******, honey, it's an adventure.
But 69, and I ain't with that:
I'll go to a Chinese restaurant, b****, if I wanna eat cats.
Because you gotta be brave to eat the tuna, G.
So when it comes to p****-lickin', I'm the chicken of the sea.
I should be on the s** channel;
not a chump cuz I'm givin' punk-b****** better humps than camels.
If you're a virgin, I'll make it fit,
because my d***'ll pop the cherry and spit out the f*****' pit.
And if you're concerned, my s**** don't burn,
and if it did, I'd give that nappy-headed a** a f*****' perm.
Shucks, I instruct a f*****' lesson.
You think it's painless? I hit the a*** and f*** up your large intestines.
Leavin' you b****** stingin' from the bangin';
my man Jimmy got a hole in his head, but yo, that n****'s still hangin'.
b****, you'd rather hump a f*****' whole army,
cuz even the Witness Protection Program couldn't hide this man's salami.
You f*** around and catch a seizure,
before I f*** a hoe I gots ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
Lettin' saliva dribble on your nipple,
o****** double and triple sit ripple and turn your a** into a gripple.
Then I see you searchin' for the swellin',
cuz I'm-a leave a hole so big your gynecologist might fall the hell in.
Got d***! I hit the ham right;
honeybuns, you can ask my Three Sons, I got the d*** right out the Van d***.
I'm f*****' naked girls with fly rhymes,
but don't push me, because that p**** will be runnin' for it's nine lives.
I know you hookers can't refuse this,
but dont' pick me to give no hickeys cuz I'm givin' b****** bruises.
Yeah, I'll tear that p**** hole apart,
for f*****' with G Rap after dark, you'd rather jog in Central Park.
So if you want kids before I f*** ya,
look at the size of my d***, and you'll let out the m************.
s***, b****** get open like a can;
just leave it up to G Rap, cuz I'm the neighborhood f*** U Man...
Since I made the record "Talk Like s**,"
b****** are comin' up with their friends for a n**** to hit the skins.
Hopin' the Kool G Rap was just makin' rhymes,
but I'm leavin' b******' v*****s with more stitches than Frankenstein.
Some even had the nerve to try to give me head,
and swallow the whole jimmy to make a n**** fed.
But come on you b******, don't make me laugh;
you couldn't deep throat G Rap if you was a m***********' giraffe.
Dag, some even fled when they saw the head,
cuz G's d*** would make you seasick f*****' me in a waterbed.
Don't try to paly me like no sucker,
cuz these b******'ll be callin' up Dial-a-Mattress like a m***********.
You heard the song before; you don't wanna see me,
"I'll f*** you on the A-train while I write graffiti."
I'll even f*** you in a taxi cab,
and after s** with a n**** you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
Soon as you open your legs,
no need for no birth control, b****, cuz my d*** is touchin' the eggs.
Kool G Rap, the p**** slammer;
hell, I'd be talkin' f***** up grammar if you was Bad Mamma Jamma.
I ain't small, I'll have you c**min' like waterfalls,
and then turn them sugar walls into Carnegie Hall.
Leavin' my mark on b****** like Zorro,
plus f*****' b****** so def like there won't be no p**** left tomorrow.
Hittin' hoes like it ain't funny,
I think about bowls of Cheerios because I want my nuts and honey.
Talkin' to all the women that look fine,
pretendin' my p**** was Moby d*** and have a whale of a time.
Now I'm not a deep-sea diver,
but I love it when my d***'s covered and smothered with saliva.
s***, might even straighten out your dentures,
because it's not just a b*******, honey, it's an adventure.
But 69, and I ain't with that:
I'll go to a Chinese restaurant, b****, if I wanna eat cats.
Because you gotta be brave to eat the tuna, G.
So when it comes to p****-lickin', I'm the chicken of the sea.
I should be on the s** channel;
not a chump cuz I'm givin' punk-b****** better humps than camels.
If you're a virgin, I'll make it fit,
because my d***'ll pop the cherry and spit out the f*****' pit.
And if you're concerned, my s**** don't burn,
and if it did, I'd give that nappy-headed a** a f*****' perm.
Shucks, I instruct a f*****' lesson.
You think it's painless? I hit the a*** and f*** up your large intestines.
Leavin' you b****** stingin' from the bangin';
my man Jimmy got a hole in his head, but yo, that n****'s still hangin'.
b****, you'd rather hump a f*****' whole army,
cuz even the Witness Protection Program couldn't hide this man's salami.
You f*** around and catch a seizure,
before I f*** a hoe I gots ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
Lettin' saliva dribble on your nipple,
o****** double and triple sit ripple and turn your a** into a gripple.
Then I see you searchin' for the swellin',
cuz I'm-a leave a hole so big your gynecologist might fall the hell in.
Got d***! I hit the ham right;
honeybuns, you can ask my Three Sons, I got the d*** right out the Van d***.
I'm f*****' naked girls with fly rhymes,
but don't push me, because that p**** will be runnin' for it's nine lives.
I know you hookers can't refuse this,
but dont' pick me to give no hickeys cuz I'm givin' b****** bruises.
Yeah, I'll tear that p**** hole apart,
for f*****' with G Rap after dark, you'd rather jog in Central Park.
So if you want kids before I f*** ya,
look at the size of my d***, and you'll let out the m************.
s***, b****** get open like a can;
just leave it up to G Rap, cuz I'm the neighborhood f*** U Man...