Supdoder (What's the Re?)

(female voice) How do I know you're any good?
 (male voice) I'll give you a free sample
 (male voice) And if you like it we'll team up
 (male voice) If not, no hard feelings
 (female voice) Fair enough
 (Tajai)
 Indeed her body is bad true
 Her hair is wit
 Mos def, I'm impressed by her style of dress
 A retro, strange get up
 Lookin' like a Betty Page pinup
 Make me wanna release the pimp in me
 Who stays pent up
 For days like these skirts lit up
 Boustiere the type to tease
 Rosy lips have me frozen stiff
 Watchin' her tongue flick
 As she rolled a spliff
 I approached amidst the smoky mist
 Spoke to the Miss in ways I'm known to
 And once transfixed by my gaze
 We moved on to
 Bigger and better nightcaps
 To relax the synapsys syntact
 That make her want to contact my mattress
 Tumbling gymnastics
 Is calculated movements no time for fumbling
 She shucked her clothes
 Contorted into a pose, I
 Couldn't oppose the long stem rose
 Protruding for my robe, she strolled to the windows
 And made for sho' the shades was closed
 And then I "supdoder?"
 Then I "what's the re'd?" her
 Then I or g'd her
 (Opio)
 Shit I had to meet her
 Freak her like Derek Jeter did Mariah
 Orgasm messiah nigga I freed her
 Her boyfriend's a crack dealer
 Flashin' on her straight wife beater
 Drawn down with the nine heater
 Tryin' to slap the handcuffs on her when he the criminal
 Real women know you can only pimp a ho
 Don't try to get physical
 Cuz she gon' suck another dick
 And oh it might be mine
 I bust her out she walkin' pigeon-toed
 Then I cast with the fishin' pole
 Catch her in the indigo see-through
 She feel an O
 And it's oh Jesus
 Cause she's just the type to let me have it all, see
 So I had a ball
 (Scratched)
 I hit it, I did it I admit it
 And we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did it
 Say you're g'in (g'in?) g'in
 But anyway they beg for more and that's for sure
 I hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit it
 Sup doe, sup doe, SUP DOE!
 Supdoder the I "what's the re'd?" her
 Then I g'd her
 (A-Plus)
 Now, the Souls niggas don't say "What up love" or "yo"
 We see a pretty thing and be like "Sup doe!"
 She prob'ly wit' it if you keep your body fitted
 If you bumming with no money she bouncin' like somebody shitted
 But that's cool though, cuz in the rules bro
 Win or lose there's always someone else to choose yo
 That's the case in this rat race
 Whether she skinny and pretty or bangin' with a wack face, I
 Met a broad on the street, she said call her Denise
 Sportin' a green Nautica fleece
 Ha, that's cute prob'ly her man's coat
 That'll stop me the day I see somethin' on land float
 Put in your hand wrote the phone number down
 About a week and two days passed
 Plus wanna slumber now
 Supdoder, then I "stammine'd" her
 Then I g'd her
 (Phesto Dee)
 Yeah it's permanent work on my hip
 I'm that swift
 Jerry Kirby and Terrell Owens had a fifth
 You know them two live crew
 Dancer short and make you thick
 Hawaiian black siren lookin' like Salma Hayek
 With inflated pecs she playin' water polo
 'Bout to start a riot at the Hyatt by the Colliseum what's the re
 I'm like sup doe! I see it's all (fiat?)
 She said "what's that in your sweatpants a six foot kayak?
 Frightened' like she on a dick diet had me inspired
 At times you can say her mouth put up a whole lot of silence
 The whip cream shootin' on her ass, tits and thighs
 I'm no Cassanova but I pole her while I hold a Motorola
 And rollin' dosia if I know she's sober
 That I only light in the room at the flash of my busy busy Minolta
 She electrify when I'm erect with sexual voltage
 Bust out pole position if she fuckin' with the Souls Of Mischief
 (Scratched)
 I hit it, I did it I admit it
 So then we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did it
 Say you're g'in (g'in?) g'in
 But anyway they beg for more and that's for sure
 I hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit it
 Sup doe, sup doe, SUP DOE!
 Supdoder then I "stammine'd her"
 Then I g'd her