The Beatnuts - Mayonnaise lyrics

What's up with the music? Loca! Yeah, junkyard Yo play some music shorty, will you s** my dick? Come on man What's up with the music? Loca! Yeah, that's how I like, junkyard! Psycho Les, Beatnuts Pligga, please, pligga, pligga, pligga please Pligga, please, pligga, pligga, pligga please Are you feelin' this beat man? Check it, (everybody!) I said check it, check it (everybody!) Listen (the funk baby) Loca! All chromed out, pullin the Benz out No more little motels, I'm up in the penthouse Countin cheddar, hustlin shows for crazy paper While shorty's in the front row, trying to squeeze my baby-makers Off the anchor, wake up and smell the sancor b**h want to sit on my lap like I'm Santa in the VIP Getting my dick s**ed by a red-head with big juggs Taking p**nographic pictures, let's make a sandwich Pull down your panties, crack open your buns so I can spread the mayonnaise Haha, delicious, (yo that sh** is crazy) Yummy, bust nuts in your tummy Yeah baby I'm crazy horny, I want to ride the pony (repeated) For all the dirty hookers out there, I see you, I see you Nodding your head, playa! Hey miss, you want the mayonnaise between the buns or on the side?