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[unknown singer - words can't be clearly heard - first 45 seconds] [Kool Keith] I look at you as the sweet one, the one to touch When I'm rubbin you down, it doesn't take that much Of baby oil, when I'm soothin your skin It's just a part of the foreplay, now the love begin I take a condom, and calmly open the pack Remove your panties and bra, and while you lay on your back I kiss your legs, a certain spot between them Bend over your navel, like a pro I can swing them Very modest, now put your hand on my neck I like to come in stiff, with my timing correct With total skill, I see your style is mild But you ready to learn, as a woman not a child So think of this, and when I look in your eyes Because... I like your style [singer ad libs "I like your style" and other phrases] [Ced Gee] Girl, if we get together, we'll only have big fun Respect to the utmost, and you'll be the only one that I'm seein, willing to be in a relationship with While relieving My sexual, whims and desires Letras de cancionesI'd like to grab you, touch you, make you scream higher Into ecstasy, while you're next to me I can't help myself, I've just got to be throwing your legs, over my shoulders, rocking them Reaching climax, pausing, then dropping them On down steadily, rugged, but tender Now the moon's bright, as we in the first quarter, two minutes away 'til the second Lots of love left honey, no need for steppin So now you know this, so grab and hold this Orally, you're griping me, so I sing this [singer ad libs "I like your style" and other phrases] [Kool Keith] You wake up early, and bring me breakfast in bed You bring a plate with the french fries, a shake instead We'll take a shower, and massage in the bath You've got the mold for one heart, but two is a craft When I'm kissing, my tongue is scanning your lips You got your hands on my back, my hands are gripping your hips Continous, I like to flow real smooth I like to go to the climax, beyond the groove In total ecstasy, you're very warm and wet You're like a sweet peach, that I have to get You're real fruity, my afternoon dessert I like to stay inside, I never hang out and flirt I keep your heart in my hand, never drop it or leave it You think I'm tellin the truth? Trust me love, because [singer ad libs "I like your style" and other phrases to end] From Letras Mania