Da Sound Ya Booty Makes - ft. Hippo & Harps

I love da sound ya booty makes    
Slappin' against your sister and me  
While we're all doin' da doggy style    
On ya momma's new coloured shag pile    
Horny young boys, forever slappin’    
Ya booty, in da high school class    
Even some curious gals, slip in a quick feel    
While flashing their hallway entry pass    
Da sound ya booty makes, ya must be using an amplifier    
With a whole lot of fucking bass    
Next time though, try turning the trebble up    
And turning down that fucking bass, just in case    
This morning I woke up stiff, like dead    
Then picked up the paper and read my obituary    
I didn't feel that great, after we had done the missionary    
Wish I was more of a future visionary    
Shit, I haven't even ironed my black shirt    
For my very last day of hot sunlight    
Will I need to take a jumbo suitcase    
Or maybe just some shorts and thongs    
On my mystery ticket, one-way flight    
Da sound ya booty was a making    
Was maybe way too loud, last night    
And put me in, like a clothes dryer spin    
The police came by to check it all out    
With some mace, just when I was ‘bout to sin    
Everyone's got an unusual craze in life    
Mine just happened to put me in a daze    
Should've taken a much deeper breath    
When going down between ya momma's thighs    
Send flowers to my bitches and hoes    
And never ever forget, ya niggas nice ways    
Always tried to satisfy the whole damn world    
But still hearing some sad arse sighs    
I like da sound ya booty makes    
Reminds me of a dance track    
Played by the DJ, named Georgie O’Kay    
While everyone dances to a beat    
I'm hard at work, trying to get ya    
To get down lower and pretend to play.