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Blak Pudd'n

๐Ÿ‘ค SWV โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ It's About Time โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:49
๐ŸŽต 3337 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:49 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 764671

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics







Boy, be quite, follow me and tip toe
Don't wanna make too much noise
Sneaking in your window
So pull down the shades

'Cause my neighbors are kind of nosy
Comfy, cosy, now off with the clothes-y
Can I get a witness? Betta fitness
Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right

Lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings
In my ear to get my hormones in gear
Now, mamma's little baby loves toast and jam
Melts in your mouth but not in your hand
Black pudd'n

Separates the boys from the men
You can knock all day 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 pudd'n

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 pudd'n

Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that
Yeah ain't that a fact, pull out your spoon
And let's begin the mixing, always in the bedroom
Never in the 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 undercover, so brother, do your duty
When it comes to the bedroom, don't let him eat the pudd'n

If he ain't got the head room
So, dip, D I P, dive if you wanna be a diver
Sport a helmet with a light like an old gold miner
No need to taste test the puddn's always fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess

Can I get my spoon in, no way
Can I get my spoon in, no way
Can I get my spoon in, no way
I'd really pay you Tuesday for some puddin' today

Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play bingo
Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo
than Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana Dan-a
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 grabbing 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

Oh, uh
(Hey)
Oh, uh
Oh, uh
Oh, uh
(Hey)
Oh, uh
Oh, uh

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 puddin'

Proof is in the pudd'n, 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 likes my men cot diesel

And if you're unleaded then nigga, just forget it
You can't rub my back, or kiss my neck either
With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever
Undercover lover, in between the sheets
As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the beat

Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves Minne
But I have getting hickies on my neck in the summer
'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til your blood pressure rises

It ain't the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out your spoon, and let us begin
But if you front on the pudd'd
You might not get your spoon in

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[ar:SWV]
[ti:Blak Pudd'n]
[al:It's About Time]
[length:03:50]
[by:(Majority of lyrics - unknown), Syncing+Interlude Austin H ]

[00:19.25] Boy, be quite, follow me and tip toe
[00:21.65] Don't wanna make too much noise
[00:22.80] Sneaking in your window
[00:23.97] So pull down the shades

[00:25.05] 'Cause my neighbors are kind of nosy
[00:26.25] Comfy, cosy, now off with the clothes-y
[00:28.61] Can I get a witness? Betta fitness
[00:31.00] Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right

[00:33.29] Lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings
[00:35.61] In my ear to get my hormones in gear
[00:37.80] Now, mamma's little baby loves toast and jam
[00:40.08] Melts in your mouth but not in your hand
[00:42.45] Black pudd'n

[00:43.49] Separates the boys from the men
[00:44.93] You can knock all day Jehovah but you can't get in
[00:47.10] Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that
[00:49.58] And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back
[00:52.10] Now, I may not be a lady but I'm surely all woman
[00:54.17] So check it, the proof is in the pudd'n

[00:56.91] Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
[00:59.12] Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
[01:01.43] Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl?
[01:03.72] I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n

[01:06.27] Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that
[01:09.25] Yeah ain't that a fact, pull out your spoon
[01:12.04] And let's begin the mixing, always in the bedroom
[01:14.14] Never in the kitchen you can get busy

[01:16.66] With your head beneath the blanket
[01:18.03] Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked 'cause women in the 90's
[01:21.30] Want more from a brother than a part-time lover
[01:23.54] Who's wack undercover, so brother, do your duty
[01:26.03] When it comes to the bedroom, don't let him eat the pudd'n

[01:28.48] If he ain't got the head room
[01:29.88] So, dip, D I P, dive if you wanna be a diver
[01:32.00] Sport a helmet with a light like an old gold miner
[01:34.37] No need to taste test the puddn's always fresh
[01:36.64] So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess

[01:38.94] Can I get my spoon in, no way
[01:40.87] Can I get my spoon in, no way
[01:43.14] Can I get my spoon in, no way
[01:45.81] I'd really pay you Tuesday for some puddin' today

[01:48.46] Now I eats more pudd'n than old folks play bingo
[01:50.82] Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo
[01:53.10] What about Atlanta? [unverified] than Santa
[01:55.33] Saturday night, I'm liver than Rose-ana-ana Dan-a
[01:57.56] So, holy moly, a bear hug couldn't hold me
[02:00.24] Play ring-around-the-rosie in Beverly Hills with Axel Foley
[02:02.53] Jumpin' Jiminy, I express nativity
[02:04.89] Here I come, here I come like Santa down the chimney
[02:07.25] Girls think I'm neat-o, they're grabbing my torpedo
[02:09.46] I get frantic like the Pink Panther swattin' a mosquito
[02:11.78] Duh-dun, duh-dun, I guess it's 'cause I'm handsome
[02:14.36] So give the finger to Orville Redenbacher and his grandson

[02:17.78] Oh, uh
[02:20.45] (Hey)
[02:21.28] Oh, uh
[02:24.63] Oh, uh
[02:26.99] Oh, uh
[02:29.53] (Hey)
[02:31.24] Oh, uh
[02:34.12] Oh, uh

[02:35.70] Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
[02:38.06] Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
[02:40.35] Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl?
[02:42.78] I wanna get a taste of your puddin'

[02:44.75] Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a taste
[02:47.34] I know that you love it from the smile on your face
[02:49.75] Up and down like a slinky, let's get kinky
[02:52.06] The cream in the middle of a Twinkie
[02:54.30] 'Cause I likes my men cot diesel

[02:56.63] And if you're unleaded then nigga, just forget it
[02:59.23] You can't rub my back, or kiss my neck either
[03:01.17] With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever
[03:03.90] Undercover lover, in between the sheets
[03:06.01] As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the beat

[03:08.60] Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky
[03:10.96] Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves Minne
[03:13.05] But I have getting hickies on my neck in the summer
[03:15.29] 'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer
[03:17.81] I heats up the mike 'til your blood pressure rises

[03:20.46] It ain't the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
[03:22.78] Pull out your spoon, and let us begin
[03:24.66] But if you front on the pudd'd
[03:26.01] You might not get your spoon in
[03:29.64]

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