Mr. Maloke:

Mr. Maloke:
ya belly ya cheeks ya nose ya flows
ya sweat ya fears ya hips ya love
ya arms ya ya gloves ya feminin fat
ya treasure box its ya soul its that
feeling ya get when i be touching ya smell
rubbin my cheeks might as well for real tell
a story of pleasure untainmed unlimited
am getting ya [bad word] crazy before i spit on it

chorus:
pimpin along yeah i'm reservoir foxin ´em
you know i be trixin and you know i be boxin em
beats down da streets to make my way home to you
pleasure box crystal palace yeah i made my way through...

maloke:
holy mother of loontoon island
poetryspankin dat squid with da new brand
slammin da doe ey fixin ya froe ey thats my rubbersoul rubbin some moe
i hope you like it when i be hitchhikin on da microphone and with you in my thouths i aint never feelin alone in my dome yeah passadona passadina
lets make some move into the arena oh yeax...uh!

flix:
i be comin up for you to get down
all day ibe thinkin of your sweetass sound
that you be makin when we do get ona
ride makes me sweat like in a sauna
ya ponytail ll be jiggin and swingin
i be thinkin of ya thys them be rockin and ringin
my thoughts a be travelin home
till im back in you bumpaclass zone
i dont know how long i can take it
hangin in this brick-hell so please break it
down for me just for a second
till im back in ya bumpaclass recon!