Lapdance Skatterman & Snug Brim (Ft. Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I call her Chocolaty, because of her chocolate body
I met her in California, at one of the stripper partys
That Quinsy Jones threw, where all the women are prone to
Bone you, and do what they want to
She said she ran the dancers, hustlers and gamblers
She scammed on Santas
Busters and ramblers
I'm at them, nigga
I was intrigued by the smell of her weave
Swelling her Gs, by selling her Ps
She said she never ever ever had to sell her poonani in her life
I'm thinkin I better be able to say I threw Donny in her right
We kept kickin it after that night
And a nigga didn't even get a quickie, emergency at the homefront
Gotta fly back to Kan City, but I lost touch
But by a year, we flew back to the L
You know them cheap newspapers dedicated to call girls who go to your hotel
We called one, and when we got a knock at the doo
When I opened it, it was my homegirl Chocolaty, whoa

[Chorus: Glennae Harvey and Krizz Kaliko]
Lapdance
You don't have to strip for money
This your last chance
Oh no
Make me an offer that I can't refuse
Maybe then I'll go with you