De La Soul, Slick Rick - What We Do (For Love) lyrics

Kid 1 - I'm tired kid 2 - Me too
Kid 1 - Uncle Ricky sR - Hmmm?
Kid 1 - Could you tell us a bedtime story
Like you used to? SR - Look
Don't y'all think y'all too old for that now?
Kids - No sR - Listen
I got an adult question for y'all since y'all
Like11 now y'all ever get horny?
Kid 1 - Uncle Ricky!
SR - Now I don't mean to sound perverted
But do you ever have like sexual urges?
Kids - No! SR - No? Well you will
So sit your behind down and listen to
Uncle Rickyand De Latell y'all
A grown up story kids - Okay

I remember when Mama spoke of the birds and
The east side kept me off the curb and
Betsy Ross was sufferin from the scaredy cat
Till my man Ricky brought the remedy for that

I massage your mink, coat
Then part your leg's rope
And stroke so hard you'll
Start to smell smoke

Ain't gotta drug problem but a love problem
But then again that may be one in the same
I claim possession pull the girl among the
Eighth like Charlie Heston
Ride off on the horse and show no remorse

She look niiice honey oriental, brown eyes
Want friiiies?
Chicken, vegetable, fried rice

Fast subtraction, grab some
"Oh don't stop nasty black man"

Man that action had me coughin up cars, keys
And cash just to sniff a fat rabbit I
Would give my very last

(When nature calls)
You know them boys will come runnin
(When nature calls)
You know them girls don't mind comin
(When nature calls)
You know them boys will come runnin
(When nature calls)
You know them girls don't mind comin
Just to get it started, for startin something
Is what we do to get some lovin
What we do to get some lovin
This what we do for love (do for love)
This what we do for love (for love)
This what we do for love

You ain't lyin i 9-5 it, more like 12-12
Can't get the thought off (sex)
From off my mental shelf

I'm like Bruce Lee
Beatin up the cootchie profusely
My tomboy chicks that act a little to butchy
Recieve this (uh) when my semen ceases
They'll be screamin out
"We love bein the female species"

Hello? Veronica, it's Dove
Uh, I think you got the wrong number what?
Veronica, your baby's crying yo, chill
Baby? Whatever yo, later

For the past two summers I
Been sizin up Veronica southern belle
I heard she blow notes like a harmonica
Yarmulkes couldn't satisfy her
Spendin fetishes
She was all about gettin the
Head like she was lettuces

Yah, them types be actin
Like they ain't sleazy

Like this uptown chick playin
Opposite of easy
Delighted, the honey fly difficult
Couldn't knife it tiiight
Seen the imprint on honey's private
Now she's love sick
Ruler Rick scoress agaaaaain

Sex present it'self like trophies
I'm out to win and it's easier to claim with
The fame I've obtained
Her mommy was a liar, she's so ashamed

Well, I got this rude boy Jamaican
Honey at the rest home
Complete with yellow hair and
Cinderella dress on whatever
Been around, stuck her till she poppin bout
"Hey take your blood clot
Finger off me bottom"
Anyway, another dime I met one time
I'm kiiind, chick in the world, butt fine
And her, structure pumpin, told her
Gotcha mumblin bout "Slow down
What you tryin to rupture somethin?"

I don't bug out, I chill never copped a feel
But these pretty ass girls come
And flaunt in the grill
Big ass eyes, with the matchin big ass thighs
Asked her if she spare a
Moment to exchange some lies
"But you got a girlfriend"

Yah trick, so do you
And I heard there's no preference
In what gender ya do

So stop playin so squeaky clean
And let the dirty side see me later
So we can play 'let's wake the neighbours'

So stuck on the love
You rearranging behaviors
Second episode, and you returnin oral favors
Buyin up groceries searchin for hosiery
Holdin hands publicly
And now you supposed to be
Mr and Mrs huh, lovin and kisses huh?
But while you away is when
The milkman'll visit her dear to the heart
We dearly depart the fallen
So skip the games ma
I stay tuned to the calling