SWV — Blak Puddn

[Verse 1] (Shh!) Boy, be quiet, follow me and tip toe Don't wanna make too much noise, sneaking in your window So pull down the shades, 'cause my neighbors are kind of nosy Comfy, cozy, now off with the clothes-y Can I get a witness? Body like fitness Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right Mmm, lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings In my ear to get my hormones in gear Now, mama's little baby loves toast and jam Melts in your mouth but not in your hand (Black pudd'n!) separates the boys from the men You can knock all day Jehovah but you can't get in Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back Now, I may not be a lady but I'm surely all woman So check it, the proof is in the pudd'n [Chorus] Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n [Pre-Verse] Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that Yeah, ain't that a fact? [Verse 2] Pull out your spoon, and let's begin the mixing Always in the bedroom, never in the kickity-kitchen You can get busy with your head beneath the blanket Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked 'Cause women in the 90's want more from a brother Than a part-time lover who's wack undercover So, brothers, do your duty when it comes to the bedroom (Don't let him eat the pudd'n if he ain't got the head room) So, dip, dip, dive if you wanna be a diver Sport the helmet with a light like an old gold miner No need to taste test, the pudd'n's always fresh So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess [Chorus] Yo, can I get my spoon in? No way! Yo, can I get my spoon in? No way! Yo, can I get my spoon in? No way! I really could get cheesy for some pudd'n today [Verse 3] Now I eats more Pudd’n than old folks play bingo Parker Lewis 'Can't Lose in Santa Domingo' What about Atlanta? I shoots more gift than Santa On Saturday Night I'm liver than Rosanne Rosanna-Danna So, holy moly, a bear hug couldn't hold me Play ring-around-the-rosie in Beverly Hills with Axel Foley Jum-ping jiminy, I express Nativity Here I cum, here I cum like Santa down the chimney Girls think I'm neat-o, they're grabbing my torpedo I get frantic like the Pink Panther swatting a mosquito Duh dun duh dun, I guess it's cause I'm handsome So give the finger to Orville Redenbacher and his grandson [Chorus] Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n [Verse 4] Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a taste I know that you love it from the smile on your face Up and down like a slinky, let's get kinky The cream in the middle of a Twinkie 'Cause I like my men cocked diesel And if you're unleaded then nigga, just forget it You can't rub my back, or kiss my neck either With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever Undercover lover, in between the sheets As the bed springs creaks, while I rips up the beat Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky Joanie loves Chachi, or Mickey loves Minnie But I hate gettin' hickies on my neck in the summer 'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer [Outro] I heats up the mic 'til your blood pressure rises It ain't the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises Pull out your spoon, and let us begin But if you front on the pudd'n, you might not get your spoon in