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Make Up Your Mind

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  • Yeah, so you called me last night
    You was kinda confused huh? You didn't know what to do
    All excited over these football players and baseball players
    Whassup? You lookin' for a million dollars or somethin'?
    Man you kinda confused
    Freak mode, I'ma have ***, so let 'em feel
    Touch my private, my thing made of steel
    Shootin' gizm, she ride like a Geo Prism
    I'm out in Cali, San Bernardino Valley
    I'm on the hill, not North in Pete skill
    Big Willie servin', now tell me how you femmes feel
    I'm in the Cadillac, drivin' in a drop top
    People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop
    I'm on the highway, girls pull 'em down my way
    Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on Friday
    The woman's out, the Phantom pushin' more clout
    I'm watchin'? With Sam, drinkin' guinness stout
    Bourbon booze, green alligator shoes
    Union commissioned ***, government intelligence
    What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant
    Materialistic, ugly man is plastic
    No class, in a suit, cost rather cheap
    Got the nerve to blow the horn and he try to beep
    Interfere, in my spot and he's comin' here
    She's in the white boots, breathin' in my ear
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    No affections, condom style, I got no yeast
    Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East
    Breakin' honies down, mackin' here to Petersburg
    Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in Lynchburg
    With brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh
    The right player, even if I choose odds
    Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards
    Your hydraulic butt, bounce like a six trey
    I'm on the case, jealous man steppin' in my way
    Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot
    Actin' like Troop, he say he signed with a group
    He wrote for Babyface, did songs, toured with Snoop
    Lyin' to you to get thrilled
    Droppin' them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo
    I got a style if a brother wanna know
    Smokin' that stink blunt, you still sniffin' blow
    Nose runnin' on time with green slime
    Step in the club, I throw urine on your mind
    Big Luciano, diamond rings on the grand piano
    Girls flock and guys hop on the other jock
    I'm in a two door, with bass comin' through your block
    Sound kicks, I got the fly broads in the mix
    California butt, MC's suckin' more what
    Like Gerald Levert, you try to make it work
    Jheri Curl Jones, spendin' cash on a skirt
    Plan to win, whassup with Uncle Ben?
    Brother is sly, fatback bacon
    Still fakin', his voice chords achin'
    You know I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex
    Dog style champ, hittin' booty for butt ***
    I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson
    The flasher, are you ready for action?
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump it
    I got a summons, my clothes is off, I'm butt naked
    In a discotheques, don't tell me ladies can't take it
    Just to have my drawers in a overcoat
    My El Dorado lean, the black caddy float
    Down the hill with Frankie Dolla Bill
    Honies in red zone, tell me how them drawers feel
    Suckin' on the hippie, on the Mississippi
    Econo Lodge, a cheap way to get a quickie
    Five and five, equal ten
    Add twenty up, I'm back in the spot again
    Blowin' it up, I drop my own bomb
    Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm
    You in my way my man, yo B excuse me
    I didn't call your girl, why accuse me?
    I think you're insecure, not sure
    If your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin' at my door
    Back in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash
    You can't clean, tell 'em black
    He don't know yet, my discipline, how to act
    Stack with fume, and twenty-four flicks
    You can't win, takin' shots like the Knicks
    I'm old enough with skills to be your daddy
    Go ask grandma, your freaky Aunt Sally
    Pretty woman standin' there with her ugly man
    I don't want to shake his hand
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump it
  • Yeah, so you called me last night
    You was kinda confused huh? You didn't know what to do
    All excited over these football players and baseball players
    Whassup? You lookin' for a million dollars or somethin'?
    Man you kinda confused
    Freak mode, I'ma have ***, so let 'em feel
    Touch my private, my thing made of steel
    Shootin' gizm, she ride like a Geo Prism
    I'm out in Cali, San Bernardino Valley
    I'm on the hill, not North in Pete skill
    Big Willie servin', now tell me how you femmes feel
    I'm in the Cadillac, drivin' in a drop top
    People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop
    I'm on the highway, girls pull 'em down my way
    Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on Friday
    The woman's out, the Phantom pushin' more clout
    I'm watchin'? With Sam, drinkin' guinness stout
    Bourbon booze, green alligator shoes
    Union commissioned ***, government intelligence
    What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant
    Materialistic, ugly man is plastic
    No class, in a suit, cost rather cheap
    Got the nerve to blow the horn and he try to beep
    Interfere, in my spot and he's comin' here
    She's in the white boots, breathin' in my ear
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    No affections, condom style, I got no yeast
    Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East
    Breakin' honies down, mackin' here to Petersburg
    Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in Lynchburg
    With brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh
    The right player, even if I choose odds
    Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards
    Your hydraulic butt, bounce like a six trey
    I'm on the case, jealous man steppin' in my way
    Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot
    Actin' like Troop, he say he signed with a group
    He wrote for Babyface, did songs, toured with Snoop
    Lyin' to you to get thrilled
    Droppin' them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo
    I got a style if a brother wanna know
    Smokin' that stink blunt, you still sniffin' blow
    Nose runnin' on time with green slime
    Step in the club, I throw urine on your mind
    Big Luciano, diamond rings on the grand piano
    Girls flock and guys hop on the other jock
    I'm in a two door, with bass comin' through your block
    Sound kicks, I got the fly broads in the mix
    California butt, MC's suckin' more what
    Like Gerald Levert, you try to make it work
    Jheri Curl Jones, spendin' cash on a skirt
    Plan to win, whassup with Uncle Ben?
    Brother is sly, fatback bacon
    Still fakin', his voice chords achin'
    You know I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex
    Dog style champ, hittin' booty for butt ***
    I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson
    The flasher, are you ready for action?
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump it
    I got a summons, my clothes is off, I'm butt naked
    In a discotheques, don't tell me ladies can't take it
    Just to have my drawers in a overcoat
    My El Dorado lean, the black caddy float
    Down the hill with Frankie Dolla Bill
    Honies in red zone, tell me how them drawers feel
    Suckin' on the hippie, on the Mississippi
    Econo Lodge, a cheap way to get a quickie
    Five and five, equal ten
    Add twenty up, I'm back in the spot again
    Blowin' it up, I drop my own bomb
    Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm
    You in my way my man, yo B excuse me
    I didn't call your girl, why accuse me?
    I think you're insecure, not sure
    If your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin' at my door
    Back in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash
    You can't clean, tell 'em black
    He don't know yet, my discipline, how to act
    Stack with fume, and twenty-four flicks
    You can't win, takin' shots like the Knicks
    I'm old enough with skills to be your daddy
    Go ask grandma, your freaky Aunt Sally
    Pretty woman standin' there with her ugly man
    I don't want to shake his hand
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
    Make up your mind, who you want to pump it