With a uh uh here a uh uh there
Here a huh, there a huh everywhere a uh uh
MC Lyte, she had a jam
Sam I am, I cram to understand
Now how many licks
Does it take for you to get
From the center of my clit
To the tops of my tit's aww, shit
Did I see spit? Can't forget
Easy to get with now lickety my
Let's make it fit like a ball in a mitt
It's hot
Now drop it to the bottom of the pit
Like the bottom of the pot
Is filled with some thick shit
But what's you hit it it's too legit to quit
Let's seek out the loser from the winner
Though the winner doesn't always
Have to start as a beginner
I am humpin and bumpin and all over the jam
You're everything that I thought
You were and more now watch it swing three
Inches from the floor
You're the bomb I know, baby, like a monstar
But I can't get your feet out the back of my

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Writer(s): GIOVANNI SALAH, LANA MOORER