Hot Saucer

Yeah
Tell 'em what I'm talkin' about
Yeah
Hot pockets, baby
Come here, baby
Give me your license for tonight
Drive me crazy
Do all the things I know you like
Why you actin' shady?
Actin' like you ain't heard the rumors, girl
I don't put in overtime,
I got that work
Whenever you want it
And when you need that gumbo, everything you like
I'll make sure you remember me
That funk, that comeback every single night
Hey, that's a guarantee
Lemme give you the funk, baby
Cornbread and collard greens, babe
I got the recipe
Lemme serve you up, you up
Lemme give you the funk, baby
Cornbread and collard greens, babe
I got the recipe
Lemme serve you up, you up
My kiss, my touch hot sauce
Serve your body, make you sweat hot sauce
So good, slap your mama, hot sauce
Lemme serve you up, you up
My kiss, my touch, hot sauce
Feel your body, make you sweat hot sauce
So good, slap your mama, hot sauce
Lemme serve you up, you up
Ay, listen, baby
Girl, your beauty really touched my soul
You got that jelly and you makin' it roll
I'm just sayin'
I just want a taste, babe
I know, yeah, I know, I don't know if you're someone's lady
He ain't got this gravy
And I'ma put it on your body like cheese on grits
Just like cheese on grits
Guaranteed that your daddy don't hit it like this
Nah, he don't hit it like this
Lemme give you the funk, baby
Cornbread and collard greens, babe
I got the recipe
Lemme serve you up, you up
Lemme give you the funk, baby
Cornbread and collard greens, babe
I got the recipe
Lemme serve you up, you up
My kiss, my touch hot sauce
Serve your body, make you sweat hot sauce
So good, slap your mama, hot sauce
Lemme serve you up, you up
My kiss, my touch, hot sauce
Feel your body, make you sweat hot sauce
So good, slap your mama, hot sauce
Lemme serve you up, you up
Welcome to my secret garden, but not salad
And ain't no need to cast your ballot
Baby, all I do is win like Khaled
And I got somethin' valid you can put on your pallet
Why should I let a man remain all day?
This side order, put it in your main entrée
Looks to me like this in Jeopardy
And I can tell he ain't got the recipe
'Cause gel vision got you in Hell's Kitchen
Almost fell with him, on eggshells, slippin'
I ain't dinin' you, I'm brinin' you
With accolades, not just marinade
I realize that your plate is full
To satisfy you, he's incapable
I'm cookin' up somethin' insatiable
You ready for a taste, say grace
And I'ma put it on your body like cheese on grits
Just like some cheese on grits
Daddy ain't hittin' you like this (Hit like this)
He ain't hittin' you like this (Hit like this)
Lemme give you the funk, baby
Cornbread and collard greens, babe
I got the recipe
Lemme serve you up, you up
Lemme give you the funk, baby
Cornbread and collard greens, babe
I got the recipe
Lemme serve you up, you up
My kiss, my touch, hot sauce
Feel your body, make you sweat hot sauce
So good, slap your mama, hot sauce
Lemme serve you up, you up
My kiss, my touch, hot sauce
Feel your body, make you sweat hot sauce
So good, slap your mama, hot sauce
Lemme serve you up, you up
My kiss, my touch hot sauce
Feel your body, make you sweat hot sauce
So good, slap your mama, hot sauce
Lemme serve you up, you up
My kiss, my touch, hot sauce
Feel your body, make you sweat hot sauce
So good, slap your mama, hot sauce
Lemme serve you up, you up
It's so good, slap your mama hot sauce
Yeah, baby
I wanna serve you up now
Hey
Oh, lemme give you the funk, babe
I got the recipe
Oh, just lemme serve you up, baby
Oh, lemme give you the funk, babe
Hot sauce
Feel your body make you sweat hot sauce
Hot sauce
Rap : Big Daddy Kane