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    Pink Cookies in a Plastic Bag

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      Lyrics for LL Cool J - "Pink Cookies in a Plastic Bag"

      [Chorus]
      Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
      Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings

      I'll take 30 electric chairs
      And put 'em in a classroom
      30 MC's
      And set'em free from their doom.
      Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind
      When we begin
      The wheel of fortune it spins
      Holdin'
      The rhythm like elastic
      Moldin'
      Your whole body like plastic
      So why try to deny what ya already know ya love
      Up above
      Cause the mania
      Hysteria
      In the streets
      While ya lovers getting merrier
      In the sheets
      I met this lady named
      Sweet young thing and
      She gave me that feeling
      That sunshine bring in.
      Hordable
      Sportable
      Totally affordable
      Silky smooth
      Voice was real audible.
      I said your cool as Ice Cuba
      She said, "your that Public Enemy
      I seen on the tuba."
      No
      I'm like your Uncle baby.
      The style of your beautiful face
      Drives me crazy.
      Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D?
      She said, "You tried to play me
      Like Big Dad-dy."
      I said, "I know your Tribe,
      I Called and re-Quested
      For you to be manifested."
      She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"
      I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"
      Rub ya down with warm Ice-T
      Make ya feel Bran Nubian
      Instantly.
      Boogie Down
      And check this Production.
      Gimme them lips
      They look good for suction.
      She said, "Sweet tease
      Cool with a little almond joy
      On the side
      Just doin' the fly"
      You like pound cake?
      Comin' to my house
      Turn on the lights
      And see me on the couch.
      I said, "Do the jingle
      And your from around the way.
      I like your earrings
      L's
      But anyway,
      Your grand-daddy is
      Here to spread cheer.
      Something nice and smooth
      With my tongue in your ear.
      Give me a snack
      Some Salt And Pepper on a burger.
      Ice Cube T
      Or if you prefer the
      Taste of honey Kid
      Ride in my Capri and
      That's the joint
      They got the real clear CD in.
      She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car.
      I don't know what type of man ya are.
      You might know karate
      Do me and get away
      I got a glimpse of your license plate
      N-W-A."

      [Chorus: x2]

      She was Chubby and
      Ready to Rock
      Naughty By Nature and
      Part of my private stock and
      Riding in the relax
      Frame of mind and
      Hammer timing
      Incredible.
      So edible
      And unforgettable.
      Soft like a Q-Tip
      I'd love to get with you
      Cause I'm the type of guy that got props do
      Feel it in mo and more,
      When I get ready for a showcase
      Put together well
      I go deep
      And have an oil well
      Show and tell.
      I said, "Yo-Yo!
      You're so intelligent
      And elegant."
      I n-I never Run to be D
      With another MC
      I got what I want
      Right in front of me.
      I know a kid named K
      He's a MD.
      Last time I heard
      Yo, was getting real friendly.
      Belly to belly and
      Chest to chest
      Thigh by thigh
      Leg by leg and
      I guess.
      Ain't no way to get ya out
      Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
      Of a freaky situation
      With a peppermint twist
      Ricky or Mike is next on the list.
      Nastified and all-funkified
      Come'on
      Come'on
      Come'on
      Ride.
      Can you hear?
      Never fear
      Whatcha hear.
      What ya hear
      Is it clear?
      Understand
      And love ya big dear
      And I will appear
      My dear
      With a beer
      And bags full of cheer
      And waterbed,
      Yeah!
      Cause I rumble and groan.
      She said, "You got to be bad to
      Make the moanie moan."
      Ain't no reason to front
      On the way your life shown.
      Boo-ya!
      How I'm jumpin' your bones
      Like a Grand
      Master in a Flash.
      Put out your cigarette
      And rest your tired ash.
      All I wanna do
      Is make woopie
      Your my pink cookie.
      Not a wookie
      When you take it off
      I'd love a lookie.
      Cause I'ma mix it up toss style.
      Peace out
      You got the sexual profile.

      [Chorus]

      SONGWRITERS:
      WILLIAMS, MARLON LU'REE/SMITH, JAMES TODD/PORTER, DAVID
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