Dr. Dre, Vodka, tango, will knock the socks off ya
Gangster, hell, watch your step, partner
Danger, Dre shot ya
You do not want them thangs to spray (Haha!)
Thanks to me, you become bacon soufflé
A.K. guns, you lay
Face down, it's melee, what you say?
Okay, here we go, one, two, three!
Some say tom-ay-toes, I say to-mah-toes
I get you one day and hit you with po-tay-toes and pot-ah-toes
In a state of shock 'cos I put some playdoh in your Tahoe
And I threw a rock and a bottle at your Eldorado
So eat a cock, don't forget to swallow's what I tell a model
'Cos your stomachs hollow, gobble up like an avocado
Toast, Tony, bottom's up, party 'till tomorrow
'Till you're looking like you got hit by Troy Polamalu
Now I don't wanna bother you baby, but I've never met a woman quite like you
So tell me what I gotta do
I've never been with a virgin, but I'd sure like to
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
How do I describe the vibe that I'm feelin' inside?
I'm in the mood for sexual healin'
Shady, Slim, crazy cranium
Stadium's packed with eighty M80's
I'm finna blow this bitch into smithereens, baby, it's tinder
Lady, she was a transgender, I stuck her in my dad's blender
Then in the trash bin, just send her
What's her name?
It, I can't remember
Charles Manson bumper sticker on my fender
I'm in the mood for a little slender, sly, slick little female, and enter
Trap her like a fly so I can dismember
Some say I'm just a no-good degenerate
I keep yelling at Ellen De Degeneres
'Cos I'm jealous of her, she's got Portia
I should force her to divorce her, chorus!
Now I don't wanna bother you baby, but I've never met a woman quite like you
So tell me what I gotta do
I've never been with a virgin, but I'd sure like to
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
How do I describe the vibe that I'm feelin' inside?
I'm in the mood for sexual healin'
Which Michael will I act like more?
Will it be Jackson or Myers, little kiddies come relax by the fire (Woo!)
Snacks, cookies, Halloween treats
Dre keep making mean beats, I'ma keep these hookers in-between sheets
I ain't got no game, baby, just a lot of balls
And I don't like a lot of talk, uh-uh, not at all
Just give me some Phenobarbital and a Barbie doll
I'm bouncing up and down like Dolly Parton with a volleyball
What am I, a social butterfly?
That ain't nothin' but a lie, slut, you must be thinkin' of another guy
I don't got no time for no idle chat
I'm a homicidal mac with an axe, yeah, baby, bite on that
So, slide on over, nice rack, leave your light on at night
With a night-light and a Lite-Brite 'cos I might attack
Meningitis of the spine, a slight side effect
Every time I rap about Christopher Reeves behind his back
Now I don't wanna bother you baby, but I've never met a woman quite like you
So tell me what I gotta do
I've never been with a virgin, but I'd sure like to
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
How do I describe the vibe that I'm feelin' inside?
I'm in the mood for sexual healin'
It must be love!
Oh!
I feel like Pepe Le Pew!
I love you!
I think I love you, I said I think I love you!
Baby, I think I love you, mwa!
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