Pump pump de pump pump it up y'all we're talkin

bout a hip hop doll

Babe when you feel me ooh how you thrill me

You are my hip hop doll

Yes baby would you go with me once and for all

And then when you squeeze me ooh how you please me

You are my hip hop doll

Yeah baby if you married me we'd have a ball

Kick the beat y'all

She was an east coast dame she knew she was pretty

The place: a hotel lounge in the town of Atlantic City

The girl was down, you know what I'm sayin

there wasn't much room to groom.

People talking and tickin' clock stopped, when she walked into the

room

Kick it K,

Her beauty was shocking: pretty mouth, pretty nose

A pair of black fishnet stockings: pretty feet, pretty toes

I made a last minute play to the men's room, to get myself into groove

Turned to my homeboy, asked him how I looked, my boy Earl said,

"shmoove"

Got out the mirror, and went to work, my forty dollar hat was hittin

I bit down on a wintergreen certs, I stepped up and started spittin

I set my pace: I said, "Excuse me, but I scored that a nine point

nine"

But her face looked confused she said, "come again,"

I said, "You know the way you fell inside of the place, you got style"

She smiled, said "You're working real hard for some satisfaction"

She grabbed the dice, and told me "go on"

I said, "Oh my God, she's givin' me action."

As we was kicki it live, i threw a four and a five, my point was a

nine

She told the maitre'd, "Bring your best bottle of wine,"

And then she tipped him a dime

The wine arrived, we made a toast

let's try to keep it all in the midst, click

I dow