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Pink Cookies Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

The act of makin love is 

 

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings 

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings 

 

I'll take 30 electric chairs 

And put'em in a classroom 

30 MC's 

And set'em free from thier doom 

Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind 

When we begin 

The wheel of furtune it spins 

Holdin' 

The rhythm like elastic 

Moldin' 

Your whole body like plastic 

So why try to deny what ya already know ya love 

Up above 

Cause the mania 

Hysteria 

In the streets 

While ya lovers gettin merrier 

In the sheets 

I met this lady named 

Sweet young thing and 

She gave me that feelin 

That sunshine bring in 

Hordable 

Sportable 

Totally affordable 

Silky smooth 

Voice was real audible 

I said your cool as Ice Cuba 

She said, "your that Public Enemy 

I seen on the tuba." 

Naw 

I'm like your Uncle baby 

The style of your beautiful face 

Drives me crazy 

Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D? 

She said, "You tried to play me 

Like Big Dad-dy." 

I said, "I know your Tribe 

I Called and re-Quested 

For you to be manifested." 

She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?" 

I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?" 

Rub ya down with warm Ice-T 

Make ya feel Bran Nubien 

In-stant-ly 

Boogie Down 

And check this Production 

Gimme them lips 

They look good for suction 

She said, "Sweet tease 

Cool with a little almond joy 

On the side 

Just doin' the fly" 

You like poundcake? 

Comin' to my house 

Turn on the lights 

And see me on the couch 

I said, "Do the jingle 

And your from around the way 

I like your earrings 

L's 

But anyway 

Your grand-daddy is 

Here to spread cheer 

Somethin nice and smooth 

With my tounge in your ear 

Give me a snack 

Some Salt And Pepper on a burger 

Ice Cube T 

Or if you prefer the 

Taste of honey Kid 

Ride in my Capri and 

That's the joint 

They got the real clear CD in 

She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car 

I don't know what type of man ya are 

You might know karate 

Do me and get away 

I got a glimpse of your license plate 

N-W-A." 

 

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings 

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings 

 

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings 

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings 

 

She was Chubb-y and 

Ready to Rock 

Naughty By Nature and 

Part of my private stock and 

Ridin in the relax 

Frame of mind and 

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm 

Hammer timin 

Incredible 

So edible 

And unforgettable 

Soft like a Q-Tip 

I'd love to get with you 

Cause I'm the type of guy that got props do 

Feel it in mo and more 

When I get ready for a showcase 

Put together well 

I go deep 

And have an oil well 

Show and tell 

I said, "Yo-Yo 

You're so intelligent 

And elegent." 

I n-I never Run to be D 

With another MC 

I got what I want 

Right in front of me 

I know a kid named K 

He's a MD 

Last time I heard 

Yo, was gettin real friendly 

Belly to belly and 

Chest to chest 

Thigh by thigh 

Leg by leg and 

I guess 

Ain't no way to get ya out 

Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort 

Of a freaky situation 

With a peppermint twist 

Ricky or Mike is next on the list 

Nastified and all-funkified 

Come'on 

Come'on 

Come'on 

Ride 

Can you hear? 

Never fear 

Whatcha hear 

What ya hear 

Is it clear? 

Understand 

And love ya big dear 

And I will appear 

My dear 

With a beer 

And bags full of cheer 

And waterbed 

YEAH 

Cause I rumble and groan 

She said, "You got to be bad to 

Make the moanie moan." 

Ain't no reason to front 

On the way your life shown 

Booyaa 

How I'm jumpin' your bones 

Like a Grand 

Master in a Flash 

Put out your cigarette 

And rest your tired ash 

All I wanna do 

Is make woopie 

Your my pink cookie 

Not a wookie 

When you take it off 

I'd love a lookie 

Cause I'ma mix it up toss style 

Peace out 

You got the sexual profile 

 

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings 

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings 

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