Paroles Slob on my knob (jazz remix) Juicy J

Slob on my knob (jazz remix)

How y'all doin’ tonight?
You feelin' good? You?
Yeah
So, I had to, uhm, make a Jazz version of a old Three 6 classic
How many of y'all grew up listening Three 6 Mafia?
Haha, yeah
Thirty years in, mane
So, it go like, a lil’ somethin' like this
Yah

Slob on the knob like corn on the cob
Check in with me and do your job
Lay on the bed and give me head
Don't have to ask, don't have to beg
Juicy is my name, sex is my game
Let's call the boys, and your girls, we can hang
Squeeze on my, shut your mouth, lick on my what (What?)
Natural curly hair, please, don't touch
First, find a mate, second find a place
Third, find a bag to hide the ho face
Real name Grover, I said, "Bend over"
I started to knock, then came the odor
Smelled like mush, shouldn't had to rush
Told her to stop and take a douche
While she did that, I didn't want the cat
So I vamped out and never came back
Let’s go

Do a little somethin’, somethin' (Ah)
Do a little somethin’, somethin' (Let's go, yeah)
Do a little somethin', somethin’ (Hey)
Do a little somethin', somethin' (Yeah)
Do a little somethin', somethin' (Oh, yeah)
Do a little somethin', somethin' (Uh-huh)
Do a little somethin', somethin' (Y'all go to work)
Do a little somethin', somethin'

My nigga D-Magic said he had to have it
I said, "Just forget it, it's too crabby"
Know a little freak in Hollywood
Sucks on, shut your mouth, does it real good
She'll give you money, fill up your tummy
House full of kids, parents all sprungy
Once had her down, backyard ground
Hit it from the back, enjoyed the sound (Uh)
Lay on the covers, always used the rubber
'Til I got caught, mane, fuckin' with her mother
She blamed it on me, and took it to the street
She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee
Called up the boys, went to her house
Trashed the whole place, got the fuck out
Police busted in, where them niggas at?
We left just in time and never came back
Rolled through the hood, wavin' at the freaks
Who's sniffin' all the rocks and smokin' all the geeks
Made another stop, police station
Saw a few cops, drove by and sprayed 'em
License tag number, a nigga said he saw
Bogus all the time, never get caught
Let's go

Do a little somethin', somethin' (Ah)
Do a little somethin', somethin' (Let's go, yeah)
Do a little somethin', somethin' (Hey)
Do a little somethin', somethin' (Yeah)
Do a little somethin', somethin' (Oh, yeah)
Do a little somethin', somethin' (Uh-huh)
Do a little somethin', somethin' (Y'all go to work)
Do a little somethin', somethin'