Intro/Chorus: (x2)

What my homies gon' do when your sexin a freak?

(I'm gon' sport that raincoat!)

And what my ladies gon' do when you're gettin a piece?

(Make him sport that raincoat!)

Now what makes the world go round besides cheques

Everybody give it to me (S E X)

And if it's the bomb it'll blow your mind

Even got a number fool it's 69

Coochie coochie coochie coo

Gotta little somethin that you all should do

Ain't no thang but a chicken wing

Sport a raincoat when you play in the rain

Chorus (x2)

Where your minds at, homies? Cos the old days passed

Need a lot more than a shot in your ass

Cure this stuff up today

Yeah, no syphillis, son, that murderer

A-I-D-to the S, take a guess

Where the brush stick and you might take a rest

Caught forever, there's no cure, not a bit

Dyin off quick cos you're careless with the dick

but umm, who's to blame? Say your name

and hope it feel good the last time that you play

Brushsticks and clits don't mix unless you're married

And nowadays, even that's straight scary

Cos a hoochie got a thing about fillin mad holes

So they good for the sex stroll

And it could be your best friend wit the quickness

So grab a firefighter about some business

Chorus (x2)

Now to the ladies of the world, here's a tip for you

When you're wit your homeboy and you're doin your do

He be runnin that trash, "You can trust me, baby"

Next time he say it, say "Fool, you're crazy"

It use to be diseases that could make you sick

but now it's diseases that'll kill you quick

And it do what it takes just to make it well

Cos sweet potato pie is the favorite dessert <br