Creepin� through LA back streets where no one can see
Saggin� jeans, red FuBu shirt and spiffy new high tops
Hat brim low, just enough to shade my eyes from the oncoming cops
Giving them the universal �Hi� sign as they roll pass
Mind on my money, my dojo and tonguing up a nice piece of ass
Steady creepin�, strolling stealthily down the block
This gangsta/thug �T� can�t nobody clock
Adjusting my eyes to the double flash of the headlights of a nearby car
A signal from the homies to let me know that the cops are not far
Thowin� up the �B� so that they could see
That the message was understood and received
�One time� was somethin� I really don�t need
Especially when I have a big sack of weed
Creepin� and shit while I�m out on parole
Slangin� this chronic while I�m out on my stroll
Strollin� again down another dark and quiet street
Jeans getting heavy weighed down by my heat
Getting to the house on time, cause I�m neva late
Grabbing the best flowers planted at the foot of the gate
The family is gone, all the windows of the front house are all black
I open the gate and go to my niggas place in the back
Get to the door and use our secret knock
Listening to my baby as he fumbles with the locks
The door opens up and there he is
Just the sight of him almost fills my shorts full of jiz
I give him the flowers and he gives me a hug
I stand in the doorway entranced by his beautiful mug
My arms wrap around his sculpted bod
As his hands rubs places that he finds very fond
Kissing his lips as hands fall between hips
The door closes behind us
And I break our passion filled kiss of lust
Taking his large hand and gently leading him to the couch
Unleashing my piece and sending it straight to his mouth
Soft lips sliding smoothly down my shaft
Thought of the homies seeing us now, almost makes me laugh
His left hand caressing every crevice of my abs
His right hand undoing my belt, letting my pants fall revealing my muscled ass
His left hand slides slowly down the crack and he inserts a finger
If my girl found out about this we�d probably end up on Jerry Springer
I feel the pressure in me build and I don�t want to bust in his throat
But before I could pull away, his finger goes deeper and his tonsils I do coat
Warm surges of sextasy flow from my center and out to my hand
And his lips hold tight to my piece like a moist cock band
My knees give out and I fall back onto the couch
Forcing him to release my piece from his moist mouth
Kissing me everywhere as he positions himself over me
The world is set on mute, then it just falls away and his face is all that I see
Our lips lock and off goes our socks
Our hands meet and our pants are knocked off by our feet
Our thighs press and there is nothing left to undress
A wet coat of KY is generously applied
And with a glove he puts all his love inside
Rhythm in all his motions, going in and out
Passionate kisses caressing my neck and mouth
Deeper and deeper his love impales
I reach for his back and wish I had nails
To carve into his back all the things I would say
If his tongue was not ravishing my mouth this way
These words could truly explain how I feel
And I�m sure his love goes deeper than the thick nine-inch piece that he deals
His dark skin should have a sign �Slippery When Wet�
As sweat pours as we moan and groan like the night we first met
His Life force fills the sheath in multiple warm waves
As we hold on to each other like two runaway slaves
Feeling the deep pulsating throbs of his softening rod
Slowly simmering in warm salty sweat under the watchful eyes of God
Looking down on two brown bodies harmoniously intertwined
Loving each other in heart, spirit, body and mind
Morning sunlight peeking through the window as we shower
Lathering each other up bodies slipping and sliding for hours
A loving kiss behind close doors before I go
Back out on the streets, ready to make some more dough
� August 8, 2000