Blak Pudd'n - SWV

Don’t wanna make too much noise, sneaking in your window

So pull down the shades, 'cause my neighbors are kind of nosy

Comfy, cozy, now off with the clothes-y

Can I get a witness?

Body like fitness

Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right

Mmm, lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings

In my ear to get my hormones in gear

Now, mama’s little baby loves toast and jam

Melts in your mouth but not in your hand

(Black pudd’n!) separates the boys from the men

You can knock all day Jehovah but you can’t get in

Maybe you can get a scoop, if you’re really all of that

And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back

Now, I may not be a lady but I’m surely all woman

So check it, the proof is in the pudd’n

Can I get a lick?

Can I get a lick?

What?

Can I get a lick?

Can I get a lick?

What?

Can I get a lick?

Can I get a lick, girl?

I wanna get a taste of your pudd’n

Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd’n don’t jiggle like that

Yeah, ain’t that a fact?

Pull out your spoon, and let’s begin the mixing

Always in the bedroom, never in the kickity-kitchen

You can get busy with your head beneath the blanket

Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked

'Cause women in the 90's want more from a brother

Than a part-time lover who’s wack undercover

So, brothers, do your duty when it comes to the bedroom

(Don't let him eat the pudd’n if he ain’t got the head room)

So, dip, dip, dive if you wanna be a diver

Sport the helmet with a light like an old gold miner

No need to taste test, the pudd’n’s always fresh

So, brothers, wear a bib if you’re gonna make a mess

Yo, can I get my spoon in?

No way!

Yo, can I get my spoon in?

No way!

Yo, can I get my spoon in?

No way!

I really could get cheesy for some pudd’n today

Now I eats more Pudd’n than old folks play bingo

Parker Lewis 'Can't Lose in Santa Domingo'

What about Atlanta?

I shoots more gift than Santa

On Saturday Night I’m liver than Rosanne Rosanna-Danna

So, holy moly, a bear hug couldn’t hold me

Play ring-around-the-rosie in Beverly Hills with Axel Foley

Jum-ping jiminy, I express Nativity

Here I cum, here I cum like Santa down the chimney

Girls think I’m neat-o, they’re grabbing my torpedo

I get frantic like the Pink Panther swatting a mosquito

Duh dun duh dun, I guess it’s cause I’m handsome

So give the finger to Orville Redenbacher and his grandson

Can I get a lick?

Can I get a lick?

What?

Can I get a lick?

Can I get a lick?

What?

Can I get a lick?

Can I get a lick, girl?

I wanna get a taste of your pudd’n

Proof is in the pudd’n, so come get a taste

I know that you love it from the smile on your face

Up and down like a slinky, let’s get kinky

The cream in the middle of a Twinkie

'Cause I like my men cocked diesel

And if you’re unleaded then nigga, just forget it

You can’t rub my back, or kiss my neck either

With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever

Undercover lover, in between the sheets

As the bed springs creaks, while I rips up the beat

Brothers love the pudd’n like Lucy loves Ricky

Joanie loves Chachi, or Mickey loves Minnie

But I hate gettin' hickies on my neck in the summer

'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer

I heats up the mic 'til your blood pressure rises

It ain’t the kind of pudd’n Bill Cosby advertises

Pull out your spoon, and let us begin

But if you front on the pudd’n, you might not get your spoon in