B-Boy Bouillabaisse: Lay It on Me

Uh, funky baby Lay it on me now Not so hard, man Yo I've got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots (lay it on me now) More updated on the hip-hop lingo (Not so hard, man) My favorite New York Knick was Harthorne Wingo Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card Man, you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte (lay it on me now) Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man Well, your face turns red as your glass of wine That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time (lay it on me now) Girl, you should be with me you should drop that bum 'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum With that big round butt of yours I'd like to butter your muffin, I'm not bluffin' Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin' (And what it) Stuffing, stuffing Stuff it, buddy