POS:
  Smoothed out without the R and B
  (Mercy) Come on!
  (Mercy) Come on y'all!
  (Mercy) Come on!
  There's no R and B in this song
  So come along fly children come along
  Come along fly children come along
  Come along fly children come along
  There's no R and B in this song!
  
  Pushed up a dame by the name of Crystal
  Who flaunts to the point just like a missile
  A habit wit ear kiddin' wit gold mags
  And since she fancies facial hair she asks my name
  (Hey baby what's your name?)
  Now ever so fab I said I'm wala
  Miss Wild who used to run tough wit Koala
  She was a winner of my metaphor and she knew that
  I said I'm gonna feed your mouth she said you do that
  Now Crystal stops the jeep I think I'm mad fly
  She used to have a man wit lots of mad signs
  Her strut was guaranteed to make a gay smile
  And in bed she had proved to be real agile
  I show her to the lounge and I dined her
  Then she gave me some digits where I could find her
  I licked her like a stamp
  Laid and sticked her like a champ
  But the... um she gave me burn
  I had to go see the doctor