Fannypack - Hey Mami

Hey Mami, You sexy Hey Mami, you beautiful Hey Mami you sexy Hey Mami, can I get that number? Big hot pockets, feya, ugly Corny, busted, chopped, straight fugly British guys playing rugby Brooklyn boys who wanna thug me Skanky, cranky, foogly, oogly Slammin dudes who wanna do me G'Doonk G'Doonk, skoonky, flavors Bangin, mega hot, dumb haters Country boys and them boys in the city Buy me lunch and make me all giddy Sparkling clean, dirty, grimey and gritty Big muscle men and a little itty bitty Some look so good and some need a little work Some know what they gotta do to make me smirk Ralph, Donna, Marc, and my man Tommy Better go get that girl, Hey Mami Hey Mami, You sexy Hey Mami, you beautiful Hey Mami you sexy Hey Mami, can I get that number? Yeah Yeah Thats what they shout On the street when I strut when I walk to the store They wanna turn me out Hootin and hollerin Ring around the collar and This ain't Scores and You ain't wavin a dollar and You better tighten up that game Theres a million other guys tryin to get with us And you all sound the same You should slow it on down papi You sound like a carbon copy I wanna a man whos smooth, got all the right moves But you're just plain sloppy