David Banner on the beat b****
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta sweet tooth
I gotta sweet tooth
I gotta sweet tooth
I gotta sweet tooth
I gotta sweet tooth

Now can I eat you
Now can I eat you

I gotta taste for you, now what you wan' do
Girl you cold let me suck out your flu
Girl you cold, girl you cool,
You heard of Salt 'n' Pepa well girl you food
Girl you hot like a bowl of hot stew
And I just stood over ma stew and just blew
And when there was no more of you in da soup,
I remove ma spoon and drink your juice
If you want to do me, do what cha wanna do
If her job is to blow you can bet she blue
Mic check one, two
How about one, two
P-l-a-y because I don't have a clue
But, when I find out, I'm a show and tell you
When I lift my top lip, I could still smell you
When I swallow ma spit, I could still taste you
Put dat p**** in ma face every time I face you

[Chorus]
It goes p-u-s-s-y
Because it's da reason I am alive, momma I need it to stay alive
It's like I gotta eat it just to survive, hi
I'm da p**** monsta, da p**** monsta, da p**** monsta, da p**** monsta
Girl you gotta feed me, p****, p**** p****, p**** p****, p****
P****, p****, p****, p****, p****

I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta sweet tooth
I gotta sweet tooth
I gotta sweet tooth
I gotta sweet tooth
I gotta sweet tooth

Now can I eat you
Now can I eat you

Now let me get back to her
She call me Dracula, and I vacuum her
Catfish, dat fish, dat cat tuna
I'll smack it up flip it like a spachula
Dat lil' puss there runnin' so I'll tackle ya
Baby can I be the worm in ya apple butt
Now go back in her, and if you backin' up
I'll suck the front of dat p**** from da back of ya
Now I'm a throw it on her like a black Acura
I been in dis game, I'll make da girl a act-e-russ
I told her act-shun, da cameras is lookin',
And I hope she make me eat ma word cause my words is

P****, p****, p**** p****, p**** p****, p****
Yea, I'm da p**** monsta, da p**** monsta,
da p**** monsta, da p**** monsta, and
And you gotta feed me, p****, p**** p****, p**** p****, p****

I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta sweet tooth
I gotta sweet tooth
I gotta sweet tooth
I gotta sweet tooth
I gotta sweet tooth

Now can I eat you
Now can I eat you

I got p**** comin' to me p**** comin' to me p****
Show me dat p**** and I'm a show you where to put it
You no I make it rain, I'm da hurricane son
And you know I could make it rain what ma hurricane tongue
Like lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, lala, lalala, la,
Imagine if I did dat with your pearl on ma tongue, ha
I make dat p**** talk to me, I could make it jump off you and walk to me
Now walk it out girl, now walk it out girl

(P**** p****)
Make that p**** start crying, baby
And if you're on fire
You know the fireman put out the fire, baby baby
Why cause he is a real, I am alive
Mama I need it to stay alive
Looks like I've got to eat just to survive

[Chorus]

[Repeat: x5]
I could play with that p****
Like I play my guitar

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

P****, p****
P****, p****
P****, p****
P****, p****

I could play with that p****
Like I play my guitar

I could play with that p****
Like I play my guitar

I could play with that p****
Like I play my guitar

I could play with that p****
Like I play my guitar

I could play with that p****
Like I play my guitar

yeah, yeah, yeah

P****, p****
P****, p****
P****, p****
P****, p****

I could play with that p****
Like I play my guitar

David banner on the beat b****
Young mula baby

Writer : CARTER, DWAYNE / BANNER, DAVID
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMI Music Publishing