Sweat of My Balls

For the ladies, a hundred-thirty pounds of beef, yeah Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth Swingin with this here stud, you need practice I'm leavin used rubbers on the mattress When I'm with my homies, we're rollin Can't love a car unless it's stolen Don't ask me what the price is, But it's more than pussy tickle devices [Chorus] (And you can fell the) Sweat from my balls! (You can feel the) Sweat from my balls! (You can feel the..) Sweat from my balls! (You can feel the!!!) Sweat from my balls! (You can feel the) Sweat-sweat from my balls! (You can feel the!!!) Sweat from my balls! ("What's the matter Mr. Jones?" "Well I'm ashamed of the way you're playing!") And we come fully equipped With a bad attitude and a hard ass For demonstrations, watch us slam her Steady poundin' like a jackhammer One sword edge you can't cop out We're poundin you down 'til your eyeballs pop out! We're not your ordinary players [Chorus] Ahhh, check check check it out yo Get a grip on the headboard and hold on to it Or get sent right through it Bitch! I'm bite ya the way that I'm lickin' 'em Won't be gentle the way that I'm stickin 'em I do a damn good job And bitches on my dick like a human shish-ka-bob HeyCB4 is fly So grab them ankles, throw your in the sky [Chorus]