[Chorus] She got that pu-wah-wah-wah drip, drip, drip She got that pu-wah-wah-wah drip, drip, drip She got that pu-wah-wah-wah drip, drip, drip It's a puddle on the ground, girl go on get a towel and Wipe it up (Wipe it up), now wipe it up (Now wipe it up) Wipe it up (Wipe it up), now wipe it up (Now wipe it up) Wipe it up (Wipe it up), now wipe it up (Now wipe it up) It's a puddle on the ground, girl go on get a towel
Kali Baby I'm Kaliko-ala, I like that pu-wah-wah She let me do what I want to her, then I'm through with her I never smooch with her, see I'm the gooch with her She got a fupa, it don't matter I'm still scooping her See, see, see, see, see baby like beats like, she's like Smellin' right, then tellin' what that peach like (HEY!) I take a sniff and sniff her up like snuffaluffagus A horny lil' devil's what she's up against She drippin' perfection, perfect sweat drippin' all over her Bodacious Bernadette is what I'm callin' her must sop her up I cough it up to get a proper slop with her Yeah, I'm confident but hopein it can pop with her, she popular I get her off that fluid, it be nuttin' to it Gotta have her still but a bad one, so I holler: "Oh, let do it!" Yo, Chewbacca got me too hot, I need cool water Or ya pu-wah-wah-wah-wah
Kutt Calhoun-na-na, I love when pu-wah-wah Make me speakin' baby talk Goo-goo-gah love you doin' that Thing you do with your lil' beaver got me pursuin' that Kitty, you call Sylvester But Tweety would call you puddy tat (Meow) Pussy cats all around me dog It's nature to look at that, woof at that Maybe later I'll place a bone in her nookie sack Perfect woman to mate with had a few And we took it back to the bedrock Yellin' YA-BA-DAB-A-DOO on the whoopie sack
Tech Nina-na I make the pu-wah-wah And I make that moolah-lah true dollar, so I'm due-ala What you wanna do, pah-pah, you brought the ca-ca to da-da Now that's just like a Chihuahua against Chewbacca (Na-na-na) She turned it up and now she let the rump go (Na-na-na) She pulled the lil' homie now I want more (Na-na-na) She made the pu-wah-wah and now she won't go Like the Homie AP say: "Shut the front door"
I'm Makzilla-la, I like that pu-wah-wah Yeah, I want your friend (My friend?) No, not you, ma-ma (What?) That one over there (Her?) yeah, over there (Oh) Yeah, that pretty lil' somethin' with the long hair I see your Christian Louboutin, so your shoe gain tight This swag is atmosphere, so that means it out of sight Made my way through the crowd, yep, approach got near Posted at you at the bar and whispered in your ear: Hey, Ms. Lady (Radio edit) Got you from a crush She said, she ain't a groupie chick and I know you're a star Don't sweet talk me, if you plan on playin' around So I jumped on the ground AND I START SCREAM LOUD! Your body so bad like Jessica Biel No mirage booty pop saggy booty concealed She hot, yes, sir "American's Top Model" Don't need no water, got a big big bottle of that