A weeby weeby wobble gobble gobble do the turkey
Lord have mercy, mercy mercy me
You see I'm trying to get the punani
But you just want to rock me ah eh eh ah eh eh
You see I'm trying to get the punani
But you just want to rock me ooh check it

So get your ride on ride the thundercloud and broom broom broom
Because I gotta gotta get some el bow room
So I can Bangkok better yet knock Italy
But raindrops keep falling on my couch, try to sit with me
Tampering up my program, so I play another slow jam
It's not an ancient Chinese secret, you should know man

But you insist on stay and playing Genesis
I gotta put an end to this, baldergash, haul ass
And don't come knocking my door, with the cockle-doodle-doo
I'm talking the his and his and hers, Three's Company too
So step to the step to the rear
And don't come back now, hear?

Ah to the break y'all (break y'all, yeah)
Ah to the break y'all (break y'all, made it!)
To the break y'all (break y'all, nah!)
To the break y'all (break y'all break, break!)

The CB's, the CB's, they're here!
I'm checking my mirror from the rear,
Locks are closer, than they appear
The time is near for you to drop your beer and get your nuts again
But ain't no haps your dick isn't there

You're thinking that, "Oops, I made a mistake"
You say, "Fuck Nell Carter, come on Jimmy, give me a break"
You made a mistake on the first take
Trying to break a leg for take two
You should of ate your Wheaties
and Petey might of made a breakthrough

You say to hope that things might bloom, so you assume position
Wishing he would listen, so you start to kissing
It's alive, and up goes, and up goes you're adrenaline
You aimed, you fired, there you go, limp figures
So you take and then play the role of friend and talk
Try to tell her it's her fault, when Jack your Been wouldn't Stalk
Baby Bubba youse a goner, ahh, you'se a goner

It's fucker up, when your dick is playing tricks on you
So you pop fizz, what a relief, beef stroke it up
My man, got your thing, in your hand, say, "I, I think I can!"
Damn this never happened before, yeah sure that's what they all say
Uh-oh you better get Maaco kid, cause old girl is saucy

What was sweet to eat, has now dried up and rotted
It's a pile of pew, pick up your glove and say, "Yo I got it!"
Hoping you won't drop you thought you had it made like Kay
What more could go wrong, you got the right one baby!
Uh-huh, let you tell it, everybody and their momma knows
that you came quick, quicker than a pizza, from Domino's

To the break y'all (break y'all, yeah)
To the break y'all (break y'all, maybe)
To the break y'all (break y'all, nah)
To the break y'all (break y'all, check it out)

The 1/9, the 1/9, the CB's, the break
The 1/9, the 1/9, the CB's, the break!
The 1/9, the 1/9, the CB's, the break!!
Break it up, break it up, break it up, break down!

Walking up and then down the strip
Looking for some hip so I can skip
I spotted this honey dip, and her friend tried to sell me a script
That they were in a rush to catch the bus, but that was the old Gus
So I'm getting a bus, as I thrill at the disgust

Since old girl was with this, I told her friend to kiss this
And listen physical fitness use your brain and mind your business
Dipping from a distance, in an instance I got the digits
and blew a kiss to her
That old stank hoe, was mad I didn't speak to her

I hooked up with the one that looked nice
Took her mind, like an ice!
'Til her friends gave her advice to think, twice
Before with me she slept, my rep was kinda ill
They told her to keep that booty still
I been through more hoes than the pill

Still I overcame cause I got game like a athlete
In less than a half week, she was with it to do the nasty (break)
The drawers dropped, the top off, and the boots was getting knocked
I heard the door unlock, it was her pop he was a cop
So I stopped dropped and rolled, so I wouldn't inhale a shell

Broke like a fingernail, on my trail was the smell of tail
Bailed back around the flat, to wash off the smell of cat
Like a belt, everything was strapped
'Til my homey asked, "What's up with that?"
The that was like dis G, I told him I got busy
This was the spy who dissed me cause he told it like a sissy

That was foul, I went to him lost in the mind now it's a dead end
The little wreck on that they locked the door and I can't get in
No more no more no more and now I know and now I know
Don't mess around with CB's, good buddy, ten-four Writer/s: CHRISTOPHER H JASPER, CHRISTOPHER JASPER, ERNIE ISLEY, MARVIN ISLEY, O'KELLY ISLEY, RONALD ISLEY, RUDOLPH ISLEY
Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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