P-Money And Deepthroat

One, two, three, four, five
everybody in the room
let's zip down my fly
go down my pants and around the corner
the guys at mcdonald's wanna take my order
big mac like i had last week
don't like their sauce
'cause special sauce is cheap
i like monica, hillary, chelsea, and paula
with each one i get
my paycheck's getting smaller
i can't believe they won't let me shop in cigar stores
to me, flirting is just of bore, let's get it on
it's all good, i want it
monica blows me like a trumpet
Chorus: a little bit of monica in my pants
a little bit of hillary's romance
a little bit of paula everyday
a lotta bit of linda in way
a little bit of kenneth from behind
a little bit of buddy on my mind
a little bit of al gore, he's my man
lead me to the next verse take my hand...

Move up and down
shake your stuff all around
shake that rear to the sound
pull your pants to the gorund
skip one step left
frolic one step rigt
to avoid the alarms
in the white house at night
wash your dress once
wash your dress twice
and if it don't come out
you ain't cleanin' it right
Chorus: a little bit of monica in my pants
a little bit of hillary's romance
a little bit of paula everyday
a lotta bit of linda in way
a little bit of kenneth from behind
a little bit of buddy on my mind
a little bit of al gore, he's my man
lead me to the next verse take my hand...
I'd do, all too
start a scandal with a girl like you
when billy's a comin
you can't hide
you and me are staying up all night.
Chorus: a little bit of monica in my pants
a little bit of hillary's romance
a little bit of paula everyday
a lotta bit of linda in way
a little bit of kenneth from behind
a little bit of buddy on my mind
a little bit of al gore, he's my man
lead me to the next verse take my hand...