Song Lyrics

Tell me, what do you think of mista Quik?

What do you mean?

You know, would you like, think of someone you might wanna f*ck?
Yes

It's like ah, how you like me now?
Mista Quik up in yo ass like a dog of puppy chow
Cus I'm diggy-diggin the guts out
Then I'm takin my nuts out
Rinsin' ‘em off then I'm moppin' out
So you tend to think I'm 5'11 but I'm six feet tall
With enough dick to have you climbin' up the wall
One nuts, two nuts, three un four
Then I wake up in the morning and I bust two more
'Cause that's the freak in me, and yes I'm very doggy
Playin' with your coochie till it's nice and soggy
Saddle up the horsy then I ride West to North, East and South
And then I put it in your mouth
And shoot a missile
Right up where you whistle
Kiss it, lick it
Hoochie mama you know where to stick it
'Cause if I couldn't f*ck you wouldn't be in bed
Bittin' on my pillows and bumpin' yo head
Because, I got the dick you want to know betta
I've got the nuts that swang togetha
So here's a promise from me to you, if you ever want to get the bone up
And do the grown up
Then we can handle this baby, just don't get loud
'Cause I'ma cover up your mouth bitch, while I'm diggin' u out

Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
Fade that monkey till it's funky (Yes!)
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
Slangin this dick like dope (while I'm diggin' u out)
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
Fade that money till it's funky (Yes!)
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
Yo D, Hi-C all up in that shit

Now I'm wearin' more caps that the fuckin' Mad Hatter
Makin' hoes know whether thin or fatter
And if you don't believe me then it really don't matter
'Cause diggin' it, pullin' it, yankin' it, bringin' the damage to your bladder
And I'm knowin', you knew they job was dangerous when you took it
You played your pussy like bait and let me hook it
So remove your dentures
And, by, plus it's not just a job it's adventure
Duke shoot brown or vanilla mellow yellow
Color don't matter 'cause I'm not a choosy fellow

David Marvin Blake, Clarence Reid