(Pop that fly %#@!, daddy
Clark-Clark-Clark-Clark Kent'll make it hot)


Verse 1: Oran "Juice" Jones

Owwwwwww

Let me take your time, baby
to tell you who you are
The sun and the moon should respect you, girl

cos you're a star
Turn a pamp into a champ, baby
with you rlittle shooby-doo

You want to get the freak inside of me
is enough, to bring the freak outta you
Well I'ma swing it like a king and just doin my thing

And I've macked around the world
But I'd turn around and lay the game down
if you said you'd be my girl

Whatever you want to get to, baby
you grab me and we can go
Just a player and his princess

May we forever flow and glow (Pop that fly %#@!, daddy)

Chorus: x2


So now you know (now you know)
why you wanna be with me (why you wanna be with me)

You like it (Baby, you like it)
Poppin' that fly %#@! (Daddy be poppin' that fly %#@!)


Verse 2: Oran "Juice" Jones

I wonder when you hit the fast track

Baby, how ya gonna show?
Whether you claim fame in a game
whose name is "Cough-N-Blow"

But I'ma let you represent me, baby
Cos I'm a sucker for style and grace
And you gon' be my pony

if you never win a race (Pop that fly %#@!)

Chorus


Verse 3: Camp Lo
Yeah, yeah yeah

Don't gimme a swing, I got mines and that's the thing
Twenty rubies and forty diamonds equal one emerald gleam
Pimp supreme theme, run a triple team up the !@#^

Clark, Lo wit the "Juice" Jones, send us the game, it's fatal

Aaaaah, hop on the yamada hot, sweet hotter than rapid fire

Slipped her my twoby hookers from the Oak to Crenshaw
Super pimp, smoke the Kryptonite and wit the Lois Lane
wit the hurricane, my bro's will rock your body


The silver bullets floatin, why you keep dotin? Lay the land of lepra
Connect it to my Rodeo Drive out in Cali

Poke mine, cane off a ?Sally Demnes?, scuffed up my Bally's
Got to get the Chinny's so the ????? brigade won't volley


Cross hit the snow and now, she walk between the snowflakes
I make my jalapeno and cheddar, cherry whole
and hook up for your nose, I got the sniffer

Nuff of this, for this 3-man dream, daddy I'm Don *?Punilias?*

Interlude: Oran "Juice" Jones, (girl)


I'm in for the long haul, baby
If you've got rabbit in ya, you need not apply

(Uh) Cos I plan to stay wit'cha til we see flyin cars, understand
whutI'msayin?
(Yeah, you got game)

Now look here, darling, yeah so
You about the flyest thing I seen all day long (Right)
Now what say you and I go to my hut, baby (Mmmm hmmmm)

We get zestfully clean and do something fresh and exciting
We be on a primitive tip, jump into some ol' circle-of-love-type thing
(It's that time of the month!)
What? It's that time of the month?
Oh no baby, that's a small thing, I ain't worried about that

Hey, what's my name? (Juice)
Time of the month, that don't bother me, baby
Tell me somethin darlin (Uh huh)
You ain't got a toothache, do ya?
(What? A toothache?)

(Clark Kent'll make it hot)

Chorus