Released: October 27, 1992
Featuring: Sahpreem King
Songwriter: Sahpreem King
Producer: Sahpreem King
[Verse 1]
(Shh!) Boy, be quiet, follow me and tip toe
Don't wanna make too much noise, sneaking in your window
So pull down the shades, 'cause my neighbors are kind of nosy
Comfy, cozy, now off with the clothes-y
Can I get a witness? Body like fitness
Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right
Mmm, lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings
In my ear to get my hormones in gear
Now, mama's little baby loves toast and jam
Melts in your mouth but not in your hand
(Black pudd'n!) separates the boys from the men
You can knock all day Jehovah but you can't get in
Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that
And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back
Now, I may not be a lady but I'm surely all woman
So check it, the proof is in the pudd'n
[Chorus]
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl?
I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n
[Pre-Verse]
Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that
Yeah, ain't that a fact?
[Verse 2]
Pull out your spoon, and let's begin the mixing
Always in the bedroom, never in the kickity-kitchen
You can get busy with your head beneath the blanket
Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked
'Cause women in the 90's want more from a brother
Than a part-time lover who's wack undercover
So, brothers, do your duty when it comes to the bedroom
(Don't let him eat the pudd'n if he ain't got the head room)
So, dip, dip, dive if you wanna be a diver
Sport the helmet with a light like an old gold miner
No need to taste test, the pudd'n's always fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess
[Chorus]
Yo, can I get my spoon in? No way!
Yo, can I get my spoon in? No way!
Yo, can I get my spoon in? No way!
I really could get cheesy for some pudd'n today
[Verse 3]
Now I eats more Pudd’n than old folks play bingo
Parker Lewis 'Can't Lose in Santa Domingo'
What about Atlanta? I shoots more gift than Santa
On Saturday Night I'm liver than Rosanne Rosanna-Danna
So, holy moly, a bear hug couldn't hold me
Play ring-around-the-rosie in Beverly Hills with Axel Foley
Jum-ping jiminy, I express Nativity
Here I cum, here I cum like Santa down the chimney
Girls think I'm neat-o, they're grabbing my torpedo
I get frantic like the Pink Panther swatting a mosquito
Duh dun duh dun, I guess it's cause I'm handsome
So give the finger to Orville Redenbacher and his grandson
[Chorus]
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl?
I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n
[Verse 4]
Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a taste
I know that you love it from the smile on your face
Up and down like a slinky, let's get kinky
The cream in the middle of a Twinkie
'Cause I like my men cocked diesel
And if you're unleaded then nigga, just forget it
You can't rub my back, or kiss my neck either
With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever
Undercover lover, in between the sheets
As the bed springs creaks, while I rips up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Mickey loves Minnie
But I hate gettin' hickies on my neck in the summer
'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer
[Outro]
I heats up the mic 'til your blood pressure rises
It ain't the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out your spoon, and let us begin
But if you front on the pudd'n, you might not get your spoon in
(Shh!) Boy, be quiet, follow me and tip toe
Don't wanna make too much noise, sneaking in your window
So pull down the shades, 'cause my neighbors are kind of nosy
Comfy, cozy, now off with the clothes-y
Can I get a witness? Body like fitness
Baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right
Mmm, lick my belly button, whisper sweet nothings
In my ear to get my hormones in gear
Now, mama's little baby loves toast and jam
Melts in your mouth but not in your hand
(Black pudd'n!) separates the boys from the men
You can knock all day Jehovah but you can't get in
Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that
And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back
Now, I may not be a lady but I'm surely all woman
So check it, the proof is in the pudd'n
[Chorus]
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl?
I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n
[Pre-Verse]
Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that
Yeah, ain't that a fact?
[Verse 2]
Pull out your spoon, and let's begin the mixing
Always in the bedroom, never in the kickity-kitchen
You can get busy with your head beneath the blanket
Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked
'Cause women in the 90's want more from a brother
Than a part-time lover who's wack undercover
So, brothers, do your duty when it comes to the bedroom
(Don't let him eat the pudd'n if he ain't got the head room)
So, dip, dip, dive if you wanna be a diver
Sport the helmet with a light like an old gold miner
No need to taste test, the pudd'n's always fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess
[Chorus]
Yo, can I get my spoon in? No way!
Yo, can I get my spoon in? No way!
Yo, can I get my spoon in? No way!
I really could get cheesy for some pudd'n today
[Verse 3]
Now I eats more Pudd’n than old folks play bingo
Parker Lewis 'Can't Lose in Santa Domingo'
What about Atlanta? I shoots more gift than Santa
On Saturday Night I'm liver than Rosanne Rosanna-Danna
So, holy moly, a bear hug couldn't hold me
Play ring-around-the-rosie in Beverly Hills with Axel Foley
Jum-ping jiminy, I express Nativity
Here I cum, here I cum like Santa down the chimney
Girls think I'm neat-o, they're grabbing my torpedo
I get frantic like the Pink Panther swatting a mosquito
Duh dun duh dun, I guess it's cause I'm handsome
So give the finger to Orville Redenbacher and his grandson
[Chorus]
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl?
I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n
[Verse 4]
Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a taste
I know that you love it from the smile on your face
Up and down like a slinky, let's get kinky
The cream in the middle of a Twinkie
'Cause I like my men cocked diesel
And if you're unleaded then nigga, just forget it
You can't rub my back, or kiss my neck either
With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever
Undercover lover, in between the sheets
As the bed springs creaks, while I rips up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Mickey loves Minnie
But I hate gettin' hickies on my neck in the summer
'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer
[Outro]
I heats up the mic 'til your blood pressure rises
It ain't the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out your spoon, and let us begin
But if you front on the pudd'n, you might not get your spoon in
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