| Pressha "Splackavellie" |
| You know there comes a period in every woman's life |
| When...she gets frustrated or fed up |
| With her man and all his silly hangups |
| You know, a woman wants a man |
| Where she don't have to have no drama behind it |
| You know just somebody like to love her down |
| With no strings attached |
| And his name is "Splackavellie" |
| (Verse 1) |
| Tell me what kind of superman |
| Would take you in his bedroom, baby |
| And hit you with some front, back, and side to side |
| Like hydraulics on a stormy night |
| And break you off something proper like |
| Ain't no need for you to perpetrate |
| 'Cause he will accommodate |
| And you will appreciate the way he flips you |
| Up, down, and round and round |
| In and out and make you scream and shout |
| Shorty, put your thang down, down, down |
| (Hook) |
| He ain't your boyfriend, he ain't your husband |
| Just somebody you can call when your body needs a fix |
| He'll put you in the mix |
| Then you'll hear him askin' |
| What's my name, say my name |
| Splackavellie |
| (Chorus) |
| Every woman needs her own Splackavellie |
| A brotha she can call when her man ain't doin' her right |
| He can work it all night until the morning light |
| Make her feel right, right, right |
| Every woman needs that one Splackavellie |
| A brotha she can call when her man ain't doin' her right |
| He can work it all night until the morning light |
| Make her feel right, right, right |
| (Verse 2) |
| Tell me what kind of superman |
| Would make you feel good with his mouth |
| And kiss you from your earring to your bellychain |
| Then go down a little further man |
| It's all right |
| Baby, ain't no shame |
| Drop the top on his Mercedes Benz |
| So her legs can feel the wind |
| As he hits again and again and again |
| It's all good, yeah... |
| Because I'm bout it, bout it, baby |
| I'm bout it, bout it, baby |
| (Hook) |
| (Chorus) |
| Uh, oh..., uh, uh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh... |
| Sounds so good |
| Oh, yeah... |
| Yeah... |
| What's my name spell my name |
| Yeah... |
| (Bridge) |
| S-p-l-a-c-k-a-v-e-l-l-i-e |
| Splackavellie, ba-ba-baby |
| I don't think you hear, though |
| <I don't think you here, though> |
| You don't hear me, though |
| <You don't hear me, though> |
| (Chorus) |
Added: August 11, 2000