The act of makin love...is...

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pink cookies in a plastic bag gettin crushed by buildings

pink cookies in a plastic bag gettin crushed by buildings

I'll take 30 electric chairs

and put'em in a classroom

30 MC's

and set'em free from thier doom.

just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind

when we begin

the wheel of furtune it spins

holdin'

the rhythm like elastic

moldin'

your whole body like plastic

so why try to deny what ya already know ya love

up above

cause the mania

hysteria

in the streets

while ya lovers gettin merrier

in the sheets

I met this lady named

sweet young thing and

she gave me that feelin

that sunshine bring in.

Hordable

sportable

totally affordable

silky smooth

voice was real audible.

I said your cool as Ice Cuba

she said, "your that Public Enemy

I seen on the tuba."

Naw.

I'm like your Uncle baby.

The style of your beautiful face

drives me crazy.

Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D?

She said, "You tried to play me

like Big Dad-dy."

I said, "I know your Tribe,

I Called and re-Quested

for you to be manifested."

She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"

I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"

Rub ya down with warm Ice-T

make ya feel Bran Nubien

in-stant-ly.

Boogie Down

and check this Production.

Gimme them lips

they look good for suction.

She said, "Sweet tease

cool wi