Dr. Dre, Vodka, tango, will knock the socks off ya
Gangster, hell, watch your step, partner
Danger, Dre shot ya

You do not want them thangs to spray (Haha)
Thanks to me, you become bacon soufflé
A.K. guns, you lay
Face down, it´s melee, what you say?
Okay, here we go, one, two, three

Some say tom-ay-toes, I say to-mah-toes
I get you one day and hit you with po-tay-toes and pot-ah-toes
In a state of shock ´cause I put some Play-Doh in your Tahoe
And I threw a rock in a bottle at your El Dorado
So eat a cock, "Don´t forget to swallow"´s what I tell a model
´Cos your stomachs hollow, gobble up like an avocado
Toast, Tommy bottom´s up, party ´til tomorrow

´Till you´re looking like you got hit by Troy Polamalu

Girl, I´ve been watchin´ what you do
And, baby, I ain´t never met a woman quite like you (Like you)
So tell me what I gotta do
I´ve never been with a virgin, but I´d sure like to (Like to)
Is this love that I´m feelin´?
How do I describe the vibe that I´m feelin´ inside?
I´m in the mood for sexual healin´

Shady, Slim, crazy cranium, stadium´s packed with eighty M-80´s

I´m finna blow this bitch into smithereens´, baby
This tender lady, she was a transgender
I stuck her in my dad´s blender, then in the trash bin
Jacinda was her name if I can remember
Charles Manson bumper sticker on my fender
I´m in the mood for a little slender, sly, slick little female to enter
Trap her like a fly so I can dismember
Some say I´m just a no good degene-rate
I keep yelling at Ellen DeGeneres ´cause I´m jealous of her
She´s got Portia, I should force her to divorce her, chorus

Girl, I´ve been watchin´ what you do
And, baby, I ain´t never met a woman quite like you (Like you)

So tell me what I gotta do
I´ve never been with a virgin, but I´d sure like to (Like to)
Is this love that I´m feelin´?
How do I describe the vibe that I´m feelin´ inside?
I´m in the mood for sexual healin´

Which Michael will I act like-oh? Will it be Jackson or Myers?
Little kiddies, come relax by the fire (Woo)
Snacks, cookies, Halloween treats, Dre, keep making mean beats
I´ma keep these hookers in between sheets
I ain´t got no game, baby, just a lot of balls
And I don´t like a lot of talk, uh-uh, not at all
Just give me some Bacardi dark and a tylenol

I´m bouncin´ like the like juugs on Dolly Parton with a volleyball
What am I? A social butterfly? That ain´t nothin´ but a lie
Slut, you must be thinking of another guy
I don´t got time for no idle chat, I´m a homicidal mac
With an axe, yeah, baby, bite on that
So slide on over, nice rack, leave your light on that night
With a night-light and a lite-brite ´cause I might attack
Meningitis of the spine, a slight side effect
Every time I rap behind Christopher Reeves behind his back

Girl, I´ve been watchin´ what you do

And, baby, I ain´t never met a woman quite like you (Like you)
So tell me what I gotta do
I´ve never been with a virgin, but I´d sure like to (Like to)
Is this love that I´m feelin´?
How do I describe the vibe that I´m feelin´ inside?
I´m in the mood for sexual healin´

It must be love (Oh)
I feel like Pepé Le Pew
I love you, I think I love you
I said, "I think I love you," baby
I think I love you, mwah