- Tramp
What'd ya call me?
[yo, yo, d, yo, check out them girls over there, man
? ? ready, you down? let's roll on 'em
You wid it? come on, let's do it
Hey-a, yeah, my name's hurby luv bug this is my man d
We're checkin' y'all out, we know y'all were checking us out
So we said hey, what the hell, just roll on over but...
Y'all wanna come down over to the crib?
A little place I got over there in the hills
Ya know, fat jacuzzi...we can get busy]
Homegirls, attention you must pay
So listen close to what I say
Don't take this a simple rhyme
Cuz this type of thing happens all the time
Now what would you do if a stranger said hi?
Would you dis him or would you reply?
If you answer there is a chance
That you'd become a victim of circumstance
Am I right, fellas? tell the truth
Or else i'm-a have to show and prove
You are what you are, I am what I am
It just so happens that most men are...
Tramp (what'd ya call me? )
[mmmm-hmmm, babe, I ain't gonna lie - you look good
I know it - I look good, too
But why don't you and me and my dog
Go do the do]
Have you ever seen a dude who's stupid and rude?
Whenever he's around he dogs your mood
I know a guy like that, girl
He thinks he's god's gift to the world
You know that kind, excited all the time
With nothing but sex on the mind
I'm no stunt, on me he can't front
I know the real deal, I know what they want
It's me (why? ) because I'm so sexy
It's me (what? ) don't touch my body! (boy!)
Cuz you see I ain't no skeezer
But on a real tip I think he's a...
Tramp (what'd ya call me? )
[huh, what? hey, whoa, wait a minute...
It's not what it looks like, baby, just chill
Wait a minute, where you goin'?
I'm tryin' to tell you it ain't exactly...
Look, what are you doin' with that bat? ]
On the first date he thought I was a dummy
He had the nerve to tell me he loved me
But of course, I knew it was a lie, y'all
He undressed me with his eyeballs
Trying to change the whole subject
Cuz everything he said pertained to sex
So I dissed him, I said, you's a sucker!
Get your dirty mind out the gutter
You ain't gettin' paid, you ain't knockin' boots
You ain't treating me like no prostitute
Then I walked away, he called me a teaser
You're on a mission, kid - yo, he's a...
Tramp (what'd ya call me? )
[yo, baby, come here for a second
I ain't your baby, tramp
You sick little...
Oh yeah? your sister]
Tramp
Letras
- A Salt With a Deadly Pepa
Ain't Nuthin' but a She Thing
Beauty And The Beat
Big Shot
Blacks' Magic
Boy Toy
Brand New
Break of Dawn
Champagne
Chick on The Side
Clubhouse
Do Me Right
Do You Want Me
Doper Than Dope
Emphatically No
Expression
Friends
Gee, Officer Krupke
Get up Everybody
Gitty Up
Good Life
Groove Me
He's Gamin' on Ya
Heaven n' Hell
Hold On
Hyped on The Mic
I Am Down
I Am The Body Beautiful
I Desire
I Don't Know
I Gotcha
I Like It Like That
I Like to Party
I'll Take Your Man
I've Got Aids
If You Believe
Imagine
Independent
Independent Funk Vocal
Intro Jam
It's All Right
Knock Knock
Let The Rhythm Run
Let's Talk About Aids
Let's Talk About Sex
Let's Talk About Sex (There's More To The Song)
Live & Let Die
My Mic Sounds Nice
Negro Wit an Ego
No One Does It Better
None Of Your Buisness
Push It
Aperte
R U Ready
Say Ooh
Sexy Noises Turn Me On
Shake Your Thang
Shoop
Short Dick Man
Silly of You
Solo Power
Solo Power(let's Get Pay)
Somebody's Gettin on My Nerves
Somma Time Man
Spinderella's Not a Fella
Spinderella's(by a girl dj)
Start Me Up
Start The Party
Step
Swift
The Brick Track Versus Gitty Up
The Clock is Tickin'
The Showstopper
Tramp
Twist & Shout
Upside Down
Whatta Man