| Bald head, strong back and not a weak mind |
| Bald head, strong back and not a weak mind |
| Bald head, strong back and not a weak mind |
| Bald head, strong back and not a weak mind x2 |
| (verse 1) (sung) |
| Now I don’t have no time, to feed you no fake lines |
| I only want to see a smile upon your face |
| 'Coz the things you seem to do, keep me runing back to you |
| But it seems your love won’t stay in just one place |
| (rapping) |
| 'Coz see I’m lookin for the good stuff, ooh and boy you got it wit’cha |
| Where your girlfriiend at si I can smack her out the picture |
| Cruisin in your Benz-os sippin' on a forty, |
| lookin' all sweet but your nature is naughty |
| Pull on the side for the ready chit-chatter |
| In the back of my mind I’m thinkin' sex on the platter |
| Give me the seven digits and I don’t want no beeper |
| Just a girlfriend 'coz cheaper ain’t a keeper |
| (chorus) |
| (verse 2) |
| It’s like look but don’t touch because you’re lookin' so scandalous |
| But the man is so vicious and delicious |
| I wish this one time that I could have a taste |
| Without a trace be conspicuos the chase is so ridiculous |
| I see stars when you come around 'coz you got the Boom from the underground |
| Smooth move without a sound |
| Just one call and then I’m droppin' my drawers |
| Like a boo-boo but I won’t start it off |
| 'Coz-uh, ain’t nothing like a strong hung brother |
| To give you what you want in and out under the cover |
| And your so smooth I see you in my dreams |
| In my erotic thoughts your doin' wild things, Mr Good Stuff |
| (chorus) |
| Aahhh, Mr Good Stuff…, in the 95, Aahhh… |
| Strong backs, bald heads, no weak minds |
| (chorus) |
| (verse 3) |
| I said hey, young lover with your smile so fine |
| Now with the slick ass style and the glitter i your eye |
| I seen you chillin' on occasions |
| And even a sister with the slickest persuasions could amaze ya I need another to touch me, and-uh, |
| all through the lovin' know he won’t rush me Even if it takes all night, |
| to the caress of his lips pressed on my chest |
| (take your time baby) |
| Don’t hide from me Mr Right, you’re lookin' for the wrong ones |
| Scheamin' on an oaky dope and lookin' for the small funds |
| But a bank roll ain’t what I’m after, |
| I’m lookin' to get caught up in your raptures |
| So don’t waste your time on a nickle and no dime |
| 'Coz if you do baby, yeah you gonna pay a fine |
| in a big way, 'coz you might get dissed |
| Why you losin' sleep about the lover that you missed, |
| Mr Good Stuff |
| (chorus till fade…) |