Wet Dreamz lyrics

-=Yukmouth Talking=- (Girl)
Man, hey you ever had a mother f*ckin' wet dream man?
That sh*t is crazy man (Dreams of f*ckin' an industry b*tch)
f*ckin' dreams man
f*ckin' these industry b*tches man (Dreams of f*ckin' an industry b*tch)
In my dream these b*tches ain't about sh*t though
You feel me, oh boy

(Yukmouth)
I f*cked 'em all from models to center folds
To rented hoes in videos
b*tches in thinner clothes
I used to wanna f*ck the leader of En Vogue
Before the Benzo when I was 10 years old
Now I wanna f*ck Free
Take her from A.J. and Luda
Stick a di*k through her
Pipe her down like Rotor Rooter
Make the b*tch maneuver
My jewel'll keep me iced out like Rick the Ruler
Then I f*ck J.Lo, Trina, Beyoncé
All in a ménage
Off X and broccoli
And I got Missy ass waitin' in the hallway
I'm not a minute man fat b*tch
I f*ck all day
I take Sadé
Get head on the highway
Then f*ck that little Mexican b*tch from "Next Friday"
I take Tyra Banks from Chris Webber
And f*ck her and Vivica Fox both together
West Coast forever
Now what's f*ckin' wit that?
I need gangsta love
So I f*ck even Da Brat
Alicia Keys in the back
Suck di*k 'til they knee's get scratched
Then pull they head 'til they weave detach
What
-=Yukmouth Talking=- (Girl)
(Dreams of f*ckin' an industry b*tch)
My dreams be crazy man
Last night I f*cked Whitney Houston (Dreams of f*ckin' an industry b*tch)
And slapped the sh*t out of Bobby Brown
That n*gga still had that thizz face
He crazy

(Yukmouth)
Mack 10 better watch his b*tch (Watch your b*tch)
Little Usher better watch his b*tch (What your b*tch)
Rest in peace Left Eye the sh*t
I make Chili and T-Boz both slob the di*k sh*t
I like Lauren but I hate Wyclef
I take his singin' b*tch Claudette and f*ck her in the Lex
Next Pamela Lee wit her big ass breasts (Whoa)
I f*ck the b*tch since she like rough sex
Then f*ck MC Lyte since she like a rough neck
Then take that b*tch Jada Pinket from the Fresh Prince (Faggot)
When I was young I had a crush on Whitney
Now I wanna f*ck Christina Aguilera and Britney (Fo sho)
And Shakira since she dance like a gypsy
Get 'em tipsy and make 'em all give me Lewinsky whoa
I f*ck Janet Ms. Jackson if ya nasty
Ray J my n*gga but I'll still f*ck Brandy
If I f*ck ya daughter I'll be wit the family
Down wit Quincy Jones
The n*gga prolly win a Grammy
Then f*ck Rachel fine ass in Miami
That's why the whole BET staff can't stand me
=-Yukmouth Talking=-
(Dreams of f*ckin' an industry b*tch)
Oh yea man
I can't forget my drankin' potna Mary J. Blige man
(Dreams of f*ckin' an industry b*tch)
She suck a good di*k in them dreams man
Big ass lips
Oh Boy!

(Yukmouth)
Even if it's Dre Day
I'll still f*ck Michelle'le
Take Lisa Ray bust a nut on her belly
Hit Mya on the celly
Knock her up in the telly
And I'll still f*ck Kelly even though she f*ck Nelly
I'll f*ck Vita
She could be my murder mami
Get sucked from Charlie Baltimore
And then f*ck Ashanti
Ex Destiny Child
I still love Farrah
f*ck her in the Porsche Carrera
Make her get her sh*t together
Then I take Pink, Tweet, Lil' Kim and them
f*ck Mariah so good that she forget Eminem
Don't f*ck Foxy cuz I heard she f*ck him and him
f*ck Ms. Jayda 'til she scream "f*ck Timbaland!"
Me and Halle Berry go half on a baby
I take strings from Baby
And di*k her down crazy (That's right)
Then I take Madonna wit her crazy ass
And Stacy Dash
Then f*ck 'em in the back of a Jag (Sheees!)
And take 702 and 3LW
And have a 5 way ménage at The W (jeah)
What you wanna do (jeah)
What you wanna do (jeah)
What you wanna do (jeah)
b*tch what you wanna do
-=Yukmouth Talking=- (Girl)
(Dreams of f*ckin' an industry b*tch)
My dreams be the sh*t playboy
I'm tellin' you man
I took that b*tch Kelis from Nas (Dreams of f*ckin' an industry b*tch)
You know what I'm sayin' It's nothin'
That n*gga ain't no pimp in my dream you feel me
(Dreams of f*ckin' an industry b*tch)
I'mma tell you who suck a good di*k in my dreams
That b*tch the Truth Hurts
(Dreams of f*ckin' an industry b*tch)
Even though these my home girls
They still give me good head
Lil' Mo and Faith
I love y'all both
Y'all got good head in them dreams whoa
Let's make this reality baby
Holla at ya boy at the Grammy's shows
Or wherever you see a n*gga at Oh Boy!
That's all it takes son you feel me
These is dreams though
Don't get offended
No n*ggas, no b*tches
It's fantasy man
Don't get mad cuz you got a bad b*tch
Oh Boy!
(Dreams of f*ckin' an industry b*tch)
(Dreams of f*ckin' an industry b*tch)