JJ DOOM - Wash Your Hands lyrics
[JJ DOOM - Wash Your Hands lyrics]
Ooh, she got a cool body
Damn she got a cool body
What I'm a tell you what to
Do with your hands for?
Much less your dirty ass
Shoes on the dancefloor? What a poor slob
Ain't wash his hands after peein'
Wanna touch the doorknob
What's your job at the pool party?
Drunk dude's spittin' up, earlin', droolin'
Snotty
Ooh, she got a cool body, ooh
She got a cool body
Yup, bet you wouldn't say that an hour ago
When she applied the itch cream
To her camel toe
Shoulda kept her limpin' ass home
Same amount as dangerous as
Those who blast chrome
Even worse it's the gift that keep givin'
Depends on after how many
Sleeps ya keep livin'
Come on, G! It's only me
Tryna stay from bein' sick
Why I gotta be OCD?
Well, wash my balls in Dettol
Or leap from 30, 000 feet on a free fall
You sho' fine sista
What I gotta do to get your bovine visna?
Niggas draw heat
Up in the club, a why ya stink of raw meat
I'm just sayin', wash ya hands fam
Before ya put your nasty
Thumbs in the underpants, damn
You like the way she shake her back area
It's like a sex machine that make bacteria
Now that's a real funny business
Mad raw filthy fingers stickin'
Dirty money in it
Shit, before I get to stabbin' it
At least know her habit's and
What's in her medicine cabinet
Villain bring his own mug to the bar
And wore gloves till he go back to the car
Hey! Don't get cracked in the jaw
We tryna bring an end to
The black on black war
The real enemy is microscopic
There go they trojan horse
You talkin' bout "drop it"
All them top models
Wanna come over here, chill and pop bottles
Fine I take mine to the dome
You could get your own and
Take ya funky ass home
Damn she got a cool body
What I'm a tell you what to
Do with your hands for?
Much less your dirty ass
Shoes on the dancefloor? What a poor slob
Ain't wash his hands after peein'
Wanna touch the doorknob
What's your job at the pool party?
Drunk dude's spittin' up, earlin', droolin'
Snotty
Ooh, she got a cool body, ooh
She got a cool body
Yup, bet you wouldn't say that an hour ago
When she applied the itch cream
To her camel toe
Shoulda kept her limpin' ass home
Same amount as dangerous as
Those who blast chrome
Even worse it's the gift that keep givin'
Depends on after how many
Sleeps ya keep livin'
Come on, G! It's only me
Tryna stay from bein' sick
Why I gotta be OCD?
Well, wash my balls in Dettol
Or leap from 30, 000 feet on a free fall
You sho' fine sista
What I gotta do to get your bovine visna?
Niggas draw heat
Up in the club, a why ya stink of raw meat
I'm just sayin', wash ya hands fam
Before ya put your nasty
Thumbs in the underpants, damn
You like the way she shake her back area
It's like a sex machine that make bacteria
Now that's a real funny business
Mad raw filthy fingers stickin'
Dirty money in it
Shit, before I get to stabbin' it
At least know her habit's and
What's in her medicine cabinet
Villain bring his own mug to the bar
And wore gloves till he go back to the car
Hey! Don't get cracked in the jaw
We tryna bring an end to
The black on black war
The real enemy is microscopic
There go they trojan horse
You talkin' bout "drop it"
All them top models
Wanna come over here, chill and pop bottles
Fine I take mine to the dome
You could get your own and
Take ya funky ass home