Uhh   Ahh yeah   What we talkin bout? Talkin bout the skinz   Skinz? Yeah the skinz, you know, girls   Fine women   Skinz, listen listen to my man      I hear it callin never stallin hit the skinz bed or shelter   Love to tap her on the shoulder, roll her over, then I belt her   Leave a bite when the joint is tight, lovely when it's loose   Produce the proper juice, plus I never hump a deuce   Give me the head on the waterbed, play you like a Pro Ked   Slide the flavors on the sled, listen to what he said   Come and lie on the bearskin, notice how the firm make him grin   Cover the checks and then I go cash em in   Hold the zipper, unlock, and grab the whole bag of treats   Hear the hooker slam the butcher with the biggest stack of meats   Take two hands to hold it, flip it out and unroll it   If you spot a brother larger then the next man stole it   Oochie coo now, you know the Mecca wanna bang bang   Beggin a pardon as I knock a new skinz stank thang   CL, kickin flavor with the Grand Puba   Speakin on the wins, I'm about to hit the skinz      Pete Rock   Talkin bout the skinz   The skinz   That's right, talkin bout the skinz baby   No disrespect, just talkin bout an everyday thing   C'mon   Grand Puba   Ha ha ha   Hey, hey   Yeah      Nowadays I'm on some extra be careful (shit)   I take precaution, before I slide up in the slit   Man (fuck) that I put aluminum foil on my (dick)   Cause if you catch it, boy that (shit)'ll kick you quick   Better yet, you can pass me a Ziplock   A bag of boom, and a 40 then some boot knock   I get stiff and it's hard like Charles Bronson   It's kinda (fucked) up what happened to Magic Johnson   But anyway, you know the resume   Time to drop the Girbauds and parlay, HEY   I rock the world over big botty girls   Won't hit the skinz if she gotta jheri curl   Cause when I jump into my thing I make the bedspring sing   And you can ask my old fling, who's the bedroom king?   Hit the skinz hard, she'll hang on to the bedpost   Then I drop my load, then get up and make some french toast   Run and get the paper and it won't be the Post   After that you know the flavor I'm ghost      Pete Rock   That's right, be out   Hit it off on the skinz   Cl Smooth   C'mon, with the funky flavors   Uhh, gonna hit this off right quick      Hit the skinz they're forever wins, 'causey like my Timbs and brims   But never heard a bigger limb around the rim   Set to hurdle when I pop a girdle, sum it up surgical   Lay down the pubic and the stuff won't curdle   I got the remedy for competition of any   Sleepin with the enemy who never got a pretty penny   Skinz I'm with, check the lower lipped pal of mine   Now you know the Pete Rock, skinz all the time      Oh Pete Rock, raw as I ever been   Give me room so I can speak about the skinz   Take a tidbit, but God (damnit) can you dig it   Sisters play me close and they want my beeper digits   Cause I love em undercover, the Chocolate Boy Wonder   Break like an earthquake, boomin like thunder   Til the honey dip the blouse, slip in the house   Sip the Stout, rip the boots, and I'm out      Like the Isley's, apply these, in-Between the Sheets   Follow yes another trail as if I had on cleats   Rip my way through a negligee, park it like a valet   Sure it's OK, just met the skinz yesterday   Tap the baggy drawers, lay the laws, lovely puff it up   For the ride, honey buckle up, smearin all your makeup   CL can wreck it well a bombshell finishin   So get the tunnel vision on how I hit the skinz      How I hit the skinz, uhh   It's fat, yes   As you know I like to flow   Don't try to show   Because I'm, the accurate man   Everybody knows it   Peace to all stealers   Of the Mount Vernon   Young poets and players   New Rochelle, the Bronx