i can see your underwear , i can see what’s under there, i can see the shape of your booty
i can see your underwear, i can see what’s under there, i can see the shape of your booty,
i can see from here you’re a cutie
whether round and brown, or white and tight
i like to slap the booties all through the night
i think about’m when I’m on the microphone
i think about’m when I’m home alone on the telephone
so let it be known: just like a dog digs a t-bone,
i’m in the zone on your dutch double dome!
i’ll wax poems for ya, alone for ya
wake up and boil tea and bake scones for ya
i’ll defend your rear end from other gentlemen,
girl, let me see your underwear, don’t pretend!
i can see your underwear…
what makes a cutie cute is a ripe bootie boot
make ya olla hootie-hoo and spend your last loot
ya know ya want want ‘em
ya ain’t got got ‘em
you’re talkin’ the talk upon ‘em like gomorrah and sodom
but bro, walk away, an listen what the mac buddha say
and they’ll love ya at the end of the day:
it ain’t about the words you say
about the games you play
or even about the freestyle verbs you spray
it’s all about what’s under there
soon as you don’t care is when you get that underwear
so don’t choose a cutie, let a cutie choose you!
You’ll be poppin bubble booties like it ain’t no thing, dude
i can see your underwear…
get it, got it, shoppers bought it
doo-hah, doo-hah, seek it and spot it
chumps ain’t got it
the monks don’t want it
models worked it off, chess queens done pawned it
drunks, they love it
flat booty people covet it
massage therapists rub at it
the t.v. sells it the plumber he smells it
thespians cover it in tights made a velvet
good friends, what the heck we talkin’ about?
rear-end bubble booties walkin’ around!
greg scott’s peepin’ it, he likes what he’s found
if you ain’t down with medusa pound, youza clown!
yeah, cuz all men love it the same, an it ain’t no shame
adam’s apple, eve, and the snake, thay ain’t to blame
natural selection se-lects you
if you can reel in a bone or stack chips. please choose!
i can see your underwear…
credits
from Groundhog's Day,
track released January 1, 2008
Greg Scott II- singing, keys
Amber Rose- singing
Angeline Saris- bass
John Rogers- trap set
Peck- rap, guitar, keys, singing, percussion
Recorded by Scott McDowell & Greg Scott
Mixed by Scott McDowell
Winter McQuinn mixes soft rock and psychedelic folk for a sound reminiscent of classic pop purveyors like Cut Worms and the Lemon Twigs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024