Sitting back chatting,
And rapping about their six packs.
Digging on a boom-boom.
Fixed on a boom-boom...
To hit up for a boot knocking.
Wanting some of 'that'...
Wiggle that jiggles on a back stacked!
And digging on a boom-boom.
Fixed on a boom-boom.
In people's minds,
They seem to be seeking...
A place to shack,
All the time.
That's where their minds are at.
In people's minds,
Nothing more than that...
Seems to attract.
Sitting back chatting,
And rapping about their six packs.
With a wanting of some of 'that'...
Wiggle that jiggles on a back stacked!
And digging on a boom-boom.
Fixed on a boom-boom.
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