3 Days Later De La Soul

[Intro: Pos]
Smoothed out without the R&B
(Mercy) Come on!
(Mercy) Come on y'all!
(Mercy) Come on!
There's no R&B in this song
Now come along my children, come along
Come along my children, come along
Come along my children, come along
There's no R&B in this song!

[Verse 1: Pos]
Pushed up a dame by the name of Crystal
Her flaunt's to the point just like a missile
A habit with ears kiddin' with gold mags
And since she fancies facial hair she asked my name
(Hey baby what's your name?)
Now ever so fab I said I'm wala
Miss Wild who used to run tough with Koala
She was a winner of my metaphor and she knew that
I said "I'm gonna feed your mouth," she said "You do that"
Now Crystal stops the jeep I think I'm mad fly
She used to have a man wit lots of mad signs
Her strut was guaranteed to make a gay smile
And in bed she had proved to be real agile
I show her to her lounge and I dined her
Then she gave me some digits where I could find her
I licked her like a stamp
Laid and sticked her like a champ
But the (Tramp) gave me burn
I had to go see the doctor