Into You K-Dee

[Intro]
{Door bell rings}
Ms. Parker: Oh, hi Darryl
K-Dee: How you doing Ms. Parker?
Ms. Parker: Fine...Ricky's not here
K-Dee: Oh...can I talk to you for a minute?
Ms. Parker: Well...oh, alright. Come on in

[Verse One]
God damn, ma'am
Can I take a bite of the ham-hock?
My cock is like a rock
Your son is like my brother
And with your wrinkled pussy you can be my lover
And I'll smother that shit like a biscuit
And have you sprung with the head of my dilznic
Won't treat you like a hoe on Figueroa
It's K-Dee the American Gigolo
And a nigga know you like what I write
Used to spend the night just to see you in tights
Working out to that bitch Jane Fonda
Ms. Parker may I call you Yolanda?
Cause you can see, I'm all grown up
And I got this player shit all sewn up
You five years from the 5-0, I'm twenty fo'
And I thought you should know