You got me all hyped up at the big talk baby
The word on the streets is that your game is tight
So I want to try you and see if you are everything you’re cracked up to be
Call the shots big boy; off the walls; on the side; or in the corner
Whatever you decide to do lets get to it
I’ve sized you up and I can handle you and your stick
Don’t look nervous
I hope your game is better than that fear in your face
I know you heard about me from the men in the streets
But I will go easy on you
Standing there rubbing the head of your stick
Waiting to hit
Let me bend over and test your balls
Let me slide my hand back and forth over the stick
Hmmm...
I didn’t get off to a good start
So you take over big boy
Oh, ooh, OUCH!
Just like that-
You gonna take control
sliding your pole
Back and forth
Jabbing and poking
Sinking your balls deep in the hole
I thought you had me baby
But your eight ball just popped up in my corner pocket