Lyrics:
Spin Doctors Yo Baby

I said your drain been clogged for quite a while But there's something new in your baby's smile I said piss and moan you know its a bummer Yo baby's

! Baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands jiggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender bittles Doctor

baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles Doctor

with a African style Meetin' with them I' really sure so, I'm too sick for a cure so And no need for a doctor my bod won't work Late in makin' yo nerves

the needle, press pause or turn the radio off Will that stop us, Pep? I doubt it All right then, come on, Spin Let's talk about sex, baby Let's talk

't gotta pistol on me, I'll be sure I got a knife man Get outta line and I'll lighten yo ass up Semi automatic spray I'll tighten yo ass up, yeah Every

God warm the bench for now but I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy (and for the record I'm bringin my t.v. with me) Yo, let the commoners speak publicly

Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house? Hell yeah! Is eighty eight in the house? (it's the master, the master) Hell yeah! So everybody's in the house

NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?) Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon