Fuck That Motherfucking Bullshit

Fuck that motherfucking bullshit

Kiss my motherfucking ass

People call me Strokes, a.k.a. you know the Iceman

When it comes to sex, you know my motto yes I can, can

Never will I front, pass it up or let it walk by

And if I don't get that ass, well at least I did try

I know the games p.m.s. must run through you.

You set it up so no man will ever do you

But when you need your weave done, honey read my lips

You can beg all you want but you gets jack shit

I don't play, I work hard for my money

5, 6, 7 days a week, shit ain't funny

Now if sex is old fashioned and you're not selling out

If you're giving it up, you better spit that gum out

You wanna what? You must be bugging

A minute and a half of having sex, that ain't loving

You couldn't please me if you had his dick

That meaning you heard means you were making me sick

So don't front and lie like you were all that in bed

When I rolled your fat ass over you were nervous and scared

Mr. love man, you ain't shit

You better get your homies to suck your own dick

When it comes to sex you get mo better

'Cause I was on your shit even when you had the jetta

It's '93 now and all that shit done passed

So stop frontin' miss 'cause I want that ass

What you what you can't get so step off

There's no room

You want a zoom zoom?

Not in this poom poom

So let me tell you something Mr. Why-you-can't-quit

Save what you can do 'cause that's some bullshit

So go and tell your friends, you know, the ones you got gassed

To take a cold shower 'cause you get no ass