Mickey Slipper (interlude) Songtext
von MC Lyte
Mickey Slipper (interlude) Songtext
Lyte] Ready?
[Guy] No.
[Lyte] Oh!
[Lyte] *whistling Scrappy Doo* Puppy power!
[Lyte] *beatboxing like a pro*
[Guy] Okay hello!
[Lyte] Watch your drin. WHAT? Watch your drink!
No no. I think I′m too late am I too late?
Hit it!
I'm coolin in the sun on a beach in the cabana
Sippin on some vodka in a glass with Tropicana
I′m chillin and I'm chompin on a turkey shish ka bob
Too far from work to hear the phone ring at the job
Men in bikinis, G-strings should I say
Waitin for the daddy-LONG-one to come my way
Here he comes now, I feel I start to sweat
Blunder but I wonder just how wet will I get
He offers me his hand, of COURSE you know I take it
Until he tells me that he wants to swim a little naked
My eyes are bulgin, I black out, damn it's black as tar
Woke up I don′t know when, sittin at the bar
I know it′s hard to follow, the story's kinda tricky
What I didn′t know was somebody slipped a Mickey
Into my drink, which caused a fantasy
And somehow slapped me back into reality!
Wish I had another Mickey I'd go back for a quickie
Find the daddy-long-one that was SURELY tryin to get me
This just goes to show, you must stop and think
When you′re out partyin, never leave your drink.
WORD
[Guy] No.
[Lyte] Oh!
[Lyte] *whistling Scrappy Doo* Puppy power!
[Lyte] *beatboxing like a pro*
[Guy] Okay hello!
[Lyte] Watch your drin. WHAT? Watch your drink!
No no. I think I′m too late am I too late?
Hit it!
I'm coolin in the sun on a beach in the cabana
Sippin on some vodka in a glass with Tropicana
I′m chillin and I'm chompin on a turkey shish ka bob
Too far from work to hear the phone ring at the job
Men in bikinis, G-strings should I say
Waitin for the daddy-LONG-one to come my way
Here he comes now, I feel I start to sweat
Blunder but I wonder just how wet will I get
He offers me his hand, of COURSE you know I take it
Until he tells me that he wants to swim a little naked
My eyes are bulgin, I black out, damn it's black as tar
Woke up I don′t know when, sittin at the bar
I know it′s hard to follow, the story's kinda tricky
What I didn′t know was somebody slipped a Mickey
Into my drink, which caused a fantasy
And somehow slapped me back into reality!
Wish I had another Mickey I'd go back for a quickie
Find the daddy-long-one that was SURELY tryin to get me
This just goes to show, you must stop and think
When you′re out partyin, never leave your drink.
WORD
Writer(s): Bret Mazur, Lana Moorer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com