I need to release some frustration,
so I want you to visit my ghetto.
In the middle of the night,
come right into my hood.
This area has been neglected.
Can you do it some good?
Without question bring protection,
I don’t know where you’ve been.
But when you enter my inner city
feel free to partake like it’s yours.
You can roam through my softness,
drink from my sweet wetness.
I will purr naughty words to help you
reach your destination.
Right there!
Don’t stop!
Damn, you’re good!
It's my pleasure to show you
what you've never experienced.
We can get down and dirty if you’re feeling adventurous.
These secluded little walls have driven others delirious
as I ride or die till a quarter past four,
every bump and grind will have you begging for more.
Nosey neighbors might try to disrupt our groove
as erotic rhythms give way to animalistic screams and moves.
A heat wave might make you shake and sweat,
uncontrolably you'll come,
but we're not done yet.
My needs are intemperate.
Are you ready?
You will have to come correct.
As the sun begins to rise you might feel hung-over,
but you have an open invitation to stumble in again
when I’m alone
and need to release frustration
within my ghetto, which is now your home.
