Domino

She's gotta have it
What?

She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days

A.F.D., a jam that's hittin' for the streets
So flat ass is obsolete
And titties don't do it, even though they might be plump
I need a rump, the kind you can thump, so fuck her

And if it makes hits, this is much smoother
The wiggle, jiggle, jiggle, sex soother
I'm rollin' back, I'm tellin' ya now if you can't flaunt it
Take your ass home and work on it

But if you got butter on your biscuit then eat it
And, take it to my homies and feed 'em
'Cuz it's so good when them bitches try to serve it
Grade A beef, and it shake like it's nervous

I see some beef, take one glass
Then it turn to a spoon, put the nuts in they pants
See it at the mall and gotta grab it
So call me a hoe 'cuz like the bitch I gotta have it
A.F.D.

She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.

She's gotta have it, plump, sweeter than a danish
One hundred percent, jiggle, jiggle jelly-like anus
I like it when it's wrapped, just for a smack
I love it when it's funky decorated with a gap

So gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
I want that swole, word to Jimmy
Here's a little bit to think about Jack
Why, eat a pancake when you can have the whole stack?

I pick up, will call you when I get down
Don't you want it flat with a fat bumper too?
Well ain't that how you like it Mamacita?
With the boom-boom, dumpin' like Rosarita

With a place seein' ass, so do it
Remember, a serve from Domino is not the beauty but the potion
So, tap your heels like Dorothy or Doris
And listen to the theme of the chorus
A.F.D.

She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.

I want to pump her you know? It makes you want sex when you see it
Switch it, in the night, in a tight dress
So grab Jimmy, I'm here to let you know
You think you drunk milk, the Jimmy starts to grow

Bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger
Sort of like drinkin', a forty ounce of liquor
I know you heard of tales from the Crypt
Well, this is more better, tales from the hip

And this is not rated P-G
It's, rated triple X and it comes in 3-D
With a bit of that soda like a treasure
But if you strike gold then you know, you'll find pleasure

Like I trunk full of body you can pounce, it's
Really like Zapp with more bounce to the ounce
So if you injured on the job then sue
You can't handle it than give it to me
A.F.D.

She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.

She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.
She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days
A.F.D.

If you look at me baby
I will look at you
If youre good to me baby
Ill be good to you.

I think youre old fashioned
And you think Im a tramp,
But are you just gonna sit there
And watch me as I dance.

You say youre so perfect and pretty
I'm taking you with me
Going away from the city life
Baby God will help us *
And everyone will be jealous
Cause someday well be throwing rides.

I could be such a wonder
And you could be such a monster
Baby I dont want to fight
I dont care where we go
I don't care if they know
I just want to be by your side
In the tropical moonlight.

Whats it gonna be baby?
Whats it gonna be?
If Im good to you
You better be good to me.

Now that I'm at these dance
I wont get so serious
I just want to have fun
Cause Im young and curious.

Gone into madness
Im a mayhem
And a triumph for blood.
I want you babe
Again and again
Whenever I wake up.



I could be such a wonder
And you could be such a monster
Baby I dont wanna fight
I dont care if they know
I dont care if we go
I just want to hold you tight
In the tropical moonlight.


Sometimes Im wide older
Baby thats a star
A lie that I can tell
Sometimes Ill get jealous
And sometimes I wont get jealous
And sometimes Ill pretend Im someone else


I could be such a wonder
And you could be such a monster
Baby I dont want to fight
I dont care if they know
I dont care where we go
I just want to be by your side
In the tropical moonlight.

Don't touch the rain without a raincoat

Now what's up with my homies out there?
Bitches straight carryin' diseases and you don't seem to care
Don't control yourself, yeah, that's what y'all do
Wantin' more cat than my muthafuckin' dogs do

And my dogs want cat like a cat shelter, all in heat
For that piece of meat, I guess it's normal but this is drastic
Niggas are too damned cheap to buy the rubber that's in the plastic
With the Trojan man sittin' on the box

Here's a joke, they're made for you fertile ass folks
'Cause when you're unprotected and you nut
Nine months later got a gut bout to bust
And you're bitin' your fingernails 'cause you can't take care of it
That's why I'm makin' you aware of it so I'm tellin' you chumps now
You better wack it or buy the jacket in a package

This might seem like a scapegoat
But Domino just wants to let the homies know
When you're thinkin' about diggin' with a deep stroke
Don't touch the rain without a raincoat

Now where your minds at homies? 'Cause the old days have passed
You need a lot more than a shot in your ass
To cure this shit of today, like gano, syphilis
And that crazy ass murderer, A I D, to the S, take a guess
And with a bare dick and you might take a rest called forever

'Cause there's no cure for the bitch now you, now you out quick
'Cause you thought with your dick but uh, who's to blame?
Say your name and I hope it felt good the last time that you came
'Cause bare dicks and clits don't mix unless you're married

And nowadays even that shits hit
'Cause a bitch got a thing about fillin' that hole
So they good for the whole stroll
And she'll fuck your best friend with the quickness
So grab a five spot and buy some business

This might seem like a scapegoat
But Domino just wants to let the homies know
When you're thinkin' about diggin' with a deep stroke
Don't touch the rain without a raincoat

This might seem like a scapegoat
But Domino just wants to let the homies know
When you're thinkin' about diggin' with a deep stroke
Don't touch the rain without a raincoat

Trick or treat but it ain't Halloween
Talkin' about kitty kat if you know what I mean
And all you brothers that's thinkin' that you free from it
You better start peepin' it before you eatin' it

I know raincoats are cheap and might bust G
But soon as it pops, stop killin' them guts please
Just because it might feel good, don't mean it's real good
Catch a disease, you'll be lucky if you heal good

And watch hoochies 'cause they seem
To let you get 'em pregnant just to tie your ass in
And remember when you met her you was a big spender
Now she takin' money out your ass like a vendin' machine

And this is because she had a little child
And now you so stressed out, you wanna jump in the Nile
But, if you're careless and can't cope here's a term
Throw on a raincoat or keep your sperm in your worm

This might seem like a scapegoat
But Domino just wants to let the homies know
When you're thinkin' about diggin' with a deep stroke
Don't touch the rain without a raincoat

This might seem like a scapegoat
But Domino just wants to let the homies know
When you're thinkin' about diggin' with a deep stroke
Don't touch the rain without a raincoat

Money is everything, money is everything
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money is everything

Money is everything, money is everything
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money is everything

Now think about it, isn't it a coincidence
Everybody wants them dead presidents?
See those that don't have it love jackin' you head to toe
And people that's clockin' a grip, always eager to make more

'Cause money can help your heart, and money can help you out
But if you're makin' too much of it, then money can help you die
And ain't that scary like Jason
You can't win for losin' 'cause of the grip that you're makin'

Now this particular paper is like the power to the greedy
And a God to the hungry, keepin' life in the needy
And so we're brainwashed thinkin' of it
But don't get me wrong, 'cause I love it

I used to like George Washington's way back when
Now I'm sprung on Benjamin Franklins
And with these people I could go on
Like so on, and so on, and so on, trip

Who bought your clothes and who bought your food?
Who bought your hoe and who bought your dude?
Cut the bullshit, tell me who you tryin' to kid?
'Cause you didn't buy shit, your money did, get the picture?

Money is everything, money is everything
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money is everything

There once lived a low-income woman with a child
Lookin' for single men with money she could date
Finally met a man that her daughter called Daddy
But homies comin' up short on the stakes

She let him be Daddy for awhile, 'cause the dicks good
Plus he's fine and all swole lookin' bounty
But that don't mean shit when you're broke and you're hungry
That's why daughter's Daddy's new name is Mr. County

Check, this out, they say it's the root of all evil
And I could truly say in this case
A friend of mine was makin' that big time lunch meat
But then he made a small time lunch meat mistake

'Cause soon homie lost all his love for the small life
Forgot all of which he had came from before
And started gettin' greedy so another man sent a little bullet
And the bullet read, my homie had to go 'cause he thought

Money is everything, money is everything
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money is everything

Now do you remember, when your elders used to scream
And tell you money ain't everything
They said it couldn't buy that, and it couldn't buy this
But money bought me everything that I'm gone get

Why is it, that all the fine freaks seem to jock it?
And it keeps me smilin' when I got it in my pockets?
Got a Christmas treat for my kids and a tree seen
And yes to impress them hoochie females

And since it builds up my confidence
Hurry, hurry, for the dollars and cents
As far as it goes keep it comin', and
Oh, how I like it in a woman

I like to see freaks when their hair is nice
With a good wig, tight clothes, sportin' fourteen K's
Now how in the Hell do you get it?
Money, money, money, money, money, so get with it

Now it's a shame when you lame as a zero
'Cause blacks, whites, as well as Mexicans want Dinero
And why you tryin' to win the lottery?
'Cause money's everything it's gotta be, so now you know

Money is everything, money is everything
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money is everything

Now young bitches got it goin' on and here's a new thing
She looks of twenty-one but she's under eighteen
Now picture a man with a plan, what's he gonna do?
She's only sixteen but looks twenty-two

And age isn't a factor 'cause she's fine to the dude
And plus she's built like a truck there must be somethin' in her food
Or her water because she's somebody's daughter
Who's attractive to a son as well their father's

And they know this, that ass sticks with us
And like my homie told me once she's quite bootylicious
Watch your mouth drop with them dubs that she threw on
Dandy like candy, so you can get your chew on

What'cha wanna do, what'cha gonna do
When you find out that she's far from twenty-two?
Yo, it's not the same G when you game G
With the dames drop a line like this before you do

Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me
Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me

What's up with these bitches tryin' to play us like a fool?
Lookin' of age real proper but just enrollin' in high school
I'm callin' 'em collard greens 'cause they're corn bread fed
Runnin' more game than what your homie Simon said

Yo what is this, new statistic?
Went from pants and Vaseline to short skirts and lipstick
You ask who to blame, I don't know but I'ma
Take it upon myself and blame it on they mama

For beatin' that ass with a baseball bat
Swole it all up now it's proper and fat
Fed 'em attitudes, Big Macs and mile
Leave 'em all alone and it's on in the jilt

Or the house 'cause that's where they open up they mouth
So in the day she's a child, at night she's an adult
And Diggity Domino I like to ride it like a tractor
But there's a question at hand because that age is a factor

Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me
Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me

There was a man named Bill, on a Saturday night he went to a club
And read a sign before he entered it sayin', "Eighteen and up"
But we know that's just a game for the man that's runnin'
Thangs 'cause he's lettin' all the fly bitches come in

Regardless of the age and shit
But since this story's about Bill let's get back to it
Bill met a collard green, she looks mean
Ran a little game, now she's on the team

You know what comes next, took her to the snooty
Treated her like a salad, tossed up the booty
Bill played it wrong and he got lazy
No protection, guess what, oopsy daisy

Now baby's pregnant 'cause Bill neglected
To be protected, now he's arrested
One year under eighteen and you're through
So if you're game drop a line like this before you do

Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me
Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me
Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me
Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me

Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom
With a phat phat track pumpin' gas
1 2 3 and this is O G
The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass

The getto jam is about to slam
With some notes from the diggady d-de
As I key what's really goin' on
Would ya reminisce with me-e

Saturday morning just gettin' up
With a hangover smellin' like a fuck
I really can't remember 'cause I'm still kinda faded
So I close my eyes and thank God that I made it

Now I'm gettin' flashbacks of some O.J.
With a green glass, that's tangere
Took it to the hand gulped it down with the quickness
Now I need a trick so I can handle my business

What do you know, a freak's in my reach
Threw her on the flo', stuck it in her deep
She's screamin' and she's screamin' and she's screamin', gettin' horse
But then I busted her gut, and that was that, so kick the chorus

Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom
With a phat phat track pumpin' gas
1 2 3 and this is O G
The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass

The getto jam is about to slam
With some notes from the diggady d-de
As I key what's really goin' on
Would ya reminisce with me-e

My homies are down, chillin' in the hood
Got them hootchies, well they ain't no good
To the other man, well she might be some good cat
But the homies in the hood label her as a hood rat

She's standing there
So those with game can dare
And ooh, she'll pound that ass real fast
If it ain't that big

And when your in that thing
She'll make the homies sing
Dubabwaa, dubabwaa, dubabwaa
But you don't hear me doe

Ain't nuthin' wrong with being a Trojan man
When ya ridin'
So let's kick the chorus please
If ya like it

Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom
With a phat phat track pumpin' gas
1 2 3 and this is O G
The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass

The getto jam is about to slam
With some notes from the diggady d-de
As I key what's really goin' on
Would ya reminisce with me-e

My homies crowding in this dope yellow Chevy
2:03 to be prox
Ken was kickin' that funk in the trunk
Clean with the rag on top, yeah

Rollin' down the shore, guess what we saw
Some hootchies
They're fine as wine, is doggin' me
She's showing booty

So I approached the freak of the week
And I played it like a game of blackjack
And for all that ass that she toted around
Well I offered a backpack

And since I'm a mack
Well, you know how the story goes
So all ya bros, freaks ya know
Here we go

Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom
With a phat phat track pumpin' gas
1 2 3 and this is O G
The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass

The getto jam is about to slam
With some notes from the diggady d-de
As I key what's really goin' on
Would ya reminisce with me-e

Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom
With a phat phat track pumpin' gas
1 2 3 and this is O G
The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass

The getto jam is about to slam
With some notes from the diggady d-de
As I key what's really goin' on
Would ya reminisce with me-e

Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom
With a phat phat track pumpin' gas
1 2 3 and this is O G
The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass

The getto jam is about to slam
With some notes from the diggady d-de
As I key what's really goin' on
Would ya reminisce with me-e

Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino
Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino

Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino
Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino

Now here goes the count to one two, oh
Witness the dopiness of the Diggady Domino
And I be bustin' with the skills, got lovely bitch appeal
Breakin' the suckers hearts, excuse me if you will

Myself is on the stage and my I have your attention
Don't test my strength, one seventy's what I'm benchin'
And for the sucker emcees, well here's somethin' they can quote on
I'm lookin' for the chumps who drinkin' that ass like soda

Definitely on a mission
Sure that you will find it
Couldn't fade the 80's but I'm the dopiest in the 90's
Ask your girlfriend Holmes, she knows that there's no other

Than me the Diggady D with the cocoa red color
Be kickin' it the sun, I'm chocolate you can see
I thought about my colors and you can milk me like milky way
I'm makin' a mark and where I go and where I go I'm makin' a mark

From start to the beginning from beginning to the start
Makin' hits, sendin' your mind on a triznip
And that's some funky ass shit from you to get into
So ask the Show, I'm lettin' them know
That I'm the Diggady, Diggady, Diggady, Diggady, Diggady Domino

Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino
Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino

Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino
Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino

Alright I couldn't find a paper but I straight used a Bic
And I fucked up the scene like a black porno flick
And when I did it, they jocked from my style like this
'Cuz I'm the stuttering steppingest nigga, so why are they tryin' to diss?

The Diggady D, straight from a town called Louis
Makin' the rounds so dirty, yet this rhyme is clean as soap
Well for my homies, here's somethin' I will do
And I will treat it like alcohol because this parties just for you

So let's jam, enter into a round called party
You could bring the gin because you know I got the forty
And I smoke so much bud when it comes to smokin' buddah
The ones they be leavin' up from me
Because they be thinkin' I'm Roto-Rooter

Admit it, you didn't think a brother could overcome it
The heap, and rise from the bottom onto the summit but I did
So give me the credit I'm lettin' 'em all know
That I'm the Diggady, Diggady, Diggady, Diggady, Diggady Domino

Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino
Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino

Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino
Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino

Diggady, Diggady, Diggady Damn
Diggady Domino, well that's who I am
And I be kickin' it for them bitches, so go head and pump it loudly
The others make you dance, but Diggady makes you party

Show ya right, especially when you really know you right
I know I'm right, so baby shake the body if it's liggity loose or tight
'Cuz I could make you sway all day
The others be jammin' so hard it's like they fell on a parade

They get younger, listenin' to the brother with the visual razzmatazz
Bitches up here poppin', fellas be off listenin' to jazz
My routine if I say it in a jingle
I'm givin' you the fever like a flavor for a Pringle

Well, more or less some people they will say I got it made
And although I could rap well singing really is my trade
And if I let'cha yes, then I'ma still let'cha know
That I'm the Diggady-what? The Diggady-who? The Diggady Domino

Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino
Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino

Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino
Here goes the count to one two, oh
The Diggady Domino