Becuz I Cuv'ed My Hood

Becuz I Cuv'ed My Hood

by Khari D. Hawke

I don’t care if Ma-Ma’s a dime. 
You’re the Don Juan. 
So don’t be fooled by the package dressed up in Louis Vatton. 

It doesn’t matter what hood she lives in. 
There’s no tell’n where that pussy's been. 
The way shawty grinds will make an intelligent man feel dumb. 
Leavin' the tip of his head wet wit' pre-cum. 

The way baby bounces and does a strip tease. 
Will make the most 'bout-it nigga drop to his knees. 
But in'na back of your mind think….does she have a disease. 

Right now I’m messin' wit' this chic I don’t really know. 
She could be Mrs. Right, she could be a hoe. 

Twenty-eight days after we met, her girlfriend visited from out of town. 
It’ll be about a week before I’m goin' down. 
The cycle’s over now and I just gave her a call. 
"Meet me in'ya black drawls on or no drawls at all". 

I’m back loungin' in her crib now and a week has passed. 
I’m gonna put some miles on'nat fat ass. 
I laid back on her couch munchin' on crackers and cheese. 
Watchin' her head bob up and down between my knees. 

This shit feels good but I don’t wanna bust one too fast. 
Ah-ah-ah that ain’t cool, get yo finger from around my ass. 
You a freak ain’t you? Yeah, you know you are. 
You mean to tell me that I get all this, just for lettin' you drive my car. 

That’s all right I’ma take it anyway. 
If you ain’t gonna sell it, don’t sit on it, might as well give it away. 

Let’s do like Alliyah and change positions, work the middle and rock the boat. 
Oooh, sorry sweetheart, I didn’t know yo back was on the remote. 
Yeah, that’s better, lock yo ankles behind my neck and your fingers behind my head. 
While I lift you from this couch and take you to the bed. 

Look at you spread all over them satin sheets and shit, it’s better than fantastic. 
To do a split like that, you had to be in gymnastics. 
I’ll light these candles and pour us a glass of wine. 
So we can get started in my favorite position, the 69. 

Toot that ass up, press ya cheek to the sheet, spread d'em legs, now I’m in control. 
Say one mo’gin? “That’s not the the right hole!” 
Quit poppin' yo gums so much shawty and rest a lung. 
That’s not my thang, it’s just my tongue. 

Believe me ain’t nothin' jumpin' off in'nis joint tonight. 
Until I get this jimmy strapped on extra tight. 
Now is that hole right? 
Don’t answer. 
I see ya eyes flipped back showin' only the white. 

Sweat dripp’n from my go-t smack’n yo crack. 
Roll’in, roll’n to the small of yo back. 
Glidin' down your spinal cord. 
Like, beads of rain on a sliding board. 

Shhh. You ain’t gotta tell me nuthin' girl. 
I’ll reach my hand around and play wit'cho inch long pearl. 

Now on my feet, thang bent, but I’m still dipped in it. 
Man, I should get an audience and charge by the minute. 

Clap, smack, clap-clap, smack-smack!
Where is you goin? 
“You on my bladder, daddy, I gotta pee, I’ll be right back.” 
It took you long enough. Is you straight? 
I was layin’ here wondering if I should go on ahead and masturbate. 

It ain’t over, assume the position you desire. 
It’s only been a hour... hell naw I ain’t tired. 
Oh! Now you wanna climb on' top, you think you slick. 
I hope you know what you doin', that’s 9 1/2 inches of thick black dick. 

This ain’t no game, so don’t come lame. 
Like Beyonce I wanna hear you “say my name, say my name”. 
Raise up a little and let me see it go in and out. 
Yeah, yeah that’s what I’m talking about. 

Lean back I got you, this shit feels like warm jelly. 
Put my hand where? Quit playin' I can feel it in yo belly. 

I never noticed this on your stomach before. 
If I didn’t like it I would have been out the front door. 
Don’t cover-up or be embarrassed, I’m not trying to be smart. 
With pussy this good and a body like whoa! 
Who gives a damn about a stretch mark? 

Naw, I don’t mind your fingernails in my chest. 
Just bend down a little so I can nibble on'nem breasts. 

You about to come, yeah me too, don’t move. 
Keep it right there baby, don’t disturb this groove. 

Not to fast and not to slow. 
Handle yo business like you own it, baby 
act like you know. 
There you go! 
There you go! 
There-you-goooo! 

I filled the tip of this reservoir to capacity. 
Can you taste it? Uuuh, you so nasty. 

Yeah, Ms. Lady, you put it down and there’s no need to brag. 
Just get'cho ass up and bring me a hot soapy rag. 

Now brutha’s... to get this ass I didn’t have to jump through a lot of hoops. 
She was already havin' sessions in the mirror alone like Tweet’s "Ooop’s". 

Baby did the damn thang , that’s fasho! 
And because I covered my hood, I’ll be around ta'get some’mo.