Take Off Your Pants

[Produced by Robin Thicke]

[Intro: Ab-Soul]

K.Dot

B***h

TDE

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

I'm starin' at you and you look so good

I want it in the back seat and on top of the hood

And, I would do it all day if I could

Put a lumberjack on and give you the wood

You gotta man and that's understood

But I gotta girlfriend too, this a mutual move

So we do what grown folk do

She had a new lit candle on the table for two

A home cooked meal with the best soul food

I told her "get on my plate, I'll just have you"

You can sit on my face after I say grace

Or I could just beat it up like I knew kung fu

We ended up in the kitchen with a sink full of dishes

Then I sat her on the stove like a pot when I hit it

She never want me to stop when I'm in it

Not even a minute until she finish

Then I don't

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]

She works at the corner store

She is so bad, so bad, so...

I said "my name is Soul

Store me inside you phone

We need some time alone

In our near future, future

Cause I am tryin' to bone

Whenever your man ain't home

[Hook: Ab-Soul]

Take off your pants, baby

And come to me

We done had all this drank

We done smoked all this shit

Take off your pants

Dont be scared of me

I won't hurt you girl

I'll be your therapy

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

When I come from out of that shit

And I smell fresh air

You lost your voice yelling

"Pull my long ass hair!"

Had the 112 Clan

We could do it anywhere

I ask her where she want it next

She started staring at the stairs

So we did it on the stairs

And we took it upstairs

Then we came back down

When she came and she gave me

The crown that I wear, right now

Then I bounce like rubber

Just in case her man come unannounced

Send me a text message saying it was the bomb

I send her a text like "hit me when he gone

So we can continue to creep."

And now I'm in the sheets 3 days out the week

Freaks come out at night

But I'm up in the morning

And she up in the morning

So we gon' **** in the morning

My only problem is running out of b*****s

She say she on the patch, but I can't buy that

[Hook: Ab-Soul]

Take off your pants, baby

And come to me

We done had all this drank

We done smoked all this shit

Take off your pants

Dont be scared of me

I won't hurt you girl

I'll be your therapy[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]

Knock on the door

He isn't home

Shes all alone

Her legs so long

Don't ask me whats wrong

Ask me whats right

Cuz I just wanna lay pipe for your info

She do tricks on the d**k this is how I know

She make my whole d**k disappear down her throat

And this a trip, she don't even choke

And I beat like a heart, she can feel a pulse

Beat, beat, beat, beat....