Blak Pudd'n

Boy, be quiet, follow me and tiptoe

Don't wanna make too much noise sneakin' in your window

So pull down the shades 'cause my neighbors are kinda 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 put my hormones in gear

Now, mama's little baby loves toast and jam

Melts in your mouth, but not in your hands

(Black pudding) Separates the boys from the men

You can knock like a 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 pudding

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?

I wanna get a taste of your pudding

Must be Jell-O 'cause pudding don't jiggle like that

Yeah, ain't that a fact?

Pull out your spoon, and let's begin the mixin'

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 under cover

So, brothers, do your duty when it comes to the bedroom

Don't let him eat that pudding 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 pudding's always fresh

So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess

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'd dearly pay you Tuesday for some pudding today

Now, I eats more pudding than old folks play bingo

Parker Lewis Can't Lose in Santo Domingo

What about Atlanta? Shoots more gift than Santa

On Saturday night, I'm liver than Roseanne Rosannadanna

So holy moly, a bear hug couldn't hold me

Play ring-around-the-rosie in Beverly Hills with Axel Foley

Jumpin' jiminy, I express nativity

Here I come, here I come like Santa down the chimney

Girls think I'm neat-o, they're grabbin' my torpedo

I get frantic like the Pink Panther swattin' a mosquito

Duh-dun, duh-dun, I guess it's 'cause I'm handsome

So give the finger to Orville Redenbacher and his grandson

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 pudding

Proof is in the pudding, 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 men cocked diesel

And if you're unleaded, then, ****, just forget it

You can't rub my back or kiss my neck either

With your sniffy, sneezy, cough-y, achy, stuffy head fever

Undercover lover in between the sheets

As the bed springs creaks as I rips up a beat

'Cause brothers love the pudding like Lucy loves Ricky

Joanie loves Chachi or Mickey loves Minnie

But I hate gettin' hickies on my neck in the summer

'Cause wearin' a turtleneck is a bummer

I heats up the mic till your blood pressure rises

It ain't the kind of pudding Bill Crosby advertises

Pull out your spoon, and let us begin

But if you front on the pudding, you might not get your spoon in