(feat. Black Knights). [Intro: Warcloud]. All you mad babies out there. You beautiful young ladies this one's for you. Go out and shake ya little fanny you fancy fuck. [Chorus x2: Warcloud]. Strawberry creme champagne's her last name. Strawberry creme champagne's her last name. Strawberry creme strawberry creme. Strawberry creme champagne's her last name. [Warcloud:]. Liqourice and ice cream chocolate chip cookies. She moves like the enchantress vixens and belly dancers. Nah playboy that's you I'm cruisin'. With a big bottle cigarettes and groovin'. Watch her sly movement chicks can suck my boing-boing. When we gonna join-join back flippin' a coin-coin. Keep the pistol tuck-tuck slap it like a truck-truck. Glance at an elegant broad wit a yuck-yuck. His dirty luck-luck pair neck to groovy. I might go up to the roof wit pretty Suzy. Or another cutie keep my music spooky. We touchin' mad tropical fruit cold and juicy. Watermelon waterfalls teeny bikini bitches. Silly silly silly ice sunken treasure and riches. Give a champ stitches turn the place into Fight Club. How many French maids does it take to screw in a light bulb?. Classy model chicks an apple martini. I pour my champagne in a wine glass wit peony. L.A. hustle might greet you with a knuckle. And tongue kiss an actress makin' the place buckle. Malt shots and roller-skates caterpillars on mint leaves. Malt shots and roller-skates caterpillars on mint leaves. [Chorus x2]. [Warcloud:]. The bouncers give respect to the Black Knights vet. Might rock the whole party wit a mic and cassette. Apple stems and cherry pit sweat a strawberry bitch. Shaped like a vase full of Indigo pearls. Pistol walk swiftly ice cream on her pantyhose. Ask me to dance I drank and dropped a sandy rose. Bowl of cherry Cola evening at the club house. Black Knight berserkers crowds is givin' love out. Might just rub out some that look thugged out. Deep in the party knuckles on the bar. Ice cold drinks chewin' Malaysian bubble gum. Miniskirt Mom lyrics'll they will trouble some. Bodies lay in the hall a bloody ball. The flying birds now all fall I stand tall. Cashews and walnuts loungin' lavender lime light. An apple full of sour gummy worms you couldn't rhyme right. [Chorus x2]. [Crisis:]. Sexy bitch yo you beautiful do you know what I'd do to you? (What?). All the above you incredible lookin' edible (for real?). Girl you look like a meal in small bills. That's my brother Monk maybe him and ya girl can build. [Monk:]. Casually step this splashin' I the rugged Monk-Monk. This fine bitch glance while dance she backed it up-up. Amazed by my swift high pitch she got stuck-stuck. Henny off the breath from the bar fo' sho I'm drunk-drunk (so what's. crackin'?). [Crisis:]. Beds and backboards whatever you ask for. Except kisses hay and cash what more can you ask for?. Oh yeah only time I go raw is the jaw (where we about to go?). Well shit we rollin' wit ya'll. [Monk:]. So what's ya name? (Champagne). [Crisis:]. And yours (Elaine). [Monk:]. You'se a fly dame (hop in). We poppin' I got the black box go raps let's go to Compton. Mistress crack a travel live room 212 my entourage. It's waitin'. [Crisis:]. Patiently damn this remy martin's makin' me see double. That and the weed made me stumble out the vehicle. Didn't let the ho see it though. And that nigga Monk rollin' up some more weed to smoke