Music Video

Da Horny Man
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Total Devastation
Total Devastation
Performer
Funk Flex
Funk Flex
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Total Devastation
Total Devastation
Writer
Da Soopa
Da Soopa
Composer
Red Eye
Red Eye
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Total Devastation
Total Devastation
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, this is the story of a dog y'all A famous dog, a nasty dog, a dirty dog A stanky dog, a status dog a horny dog Check it out y'all, here it comes (Hit it) It's the horny man A one two mic checkin', I come to get naked So can you get wit it, hey honey can I hit it? 'Cause I'm the horny man and I love to hit skins And I got a Jim hat so it's safe to go in Gettin' hot like a toaster, posin' on your poster Come and take a ride on my love roller coaster Swimmin' in women, divin' like scuba I'm hittin' mad skins like my man grand pubah Everybody loves me 'cause I got a lot of flavor Plus I'm best known for my sexual behavior I'm hung like a hanger, the green weed slanger And like the Hip Squad, I'm a status head banger Addictive like a drug, all you need is a hug And you can be loved So honey, catch the vibe 'cause it's the one to be on With more nick names than Neon Deon Sanders Prime time comin' from Atlanta I'm comin' out the mission like the great Santana So now I'm gettin hyped, I want to be like Mike And never met a female that I didn't like 'Cause I treat them like a prostitute You know I knock the boots And if their man steps up then I'm quick to shoot I'm always packin', never lackin' when I'm mackin' I come for rilla you actin' like you crackin' Kickin' lots of flavor call me, flavor-mackalicious And I keep a lot of bitches 'cause they say that I'm delicious I'm dipin' divin' and stir it up like coffee Excuse me, Mr. Softy, but your girlfriend wont get off me 'Cause I'm hard like a rock tearin' up the block With a 9m glock and a ten foot cock Produce dope hits, I love big tits Plus I'm all that and a hot bowl of grits Weigh a buck and three quarters, so fathers hide your daughters 'Cause I'm runnin' through them like my name is Ricky Waters I'ma dip and groove and do a spin move real smooth But I ain't got shit to prove Gettin' love at the pub like Sam Malone And I make a bitch moan when its time to bone 'Cause I melt them like butter word to your mother And you know I want to get blunted my brother 22 grams, much love to the clan Peace out from the motherfuckin' horny man
Writer(s): George Clinton, Jr, Garry Marshall Shider, George Bernard Worrell, Jr, David Lee Spradley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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