I'm jacked up, so act up as we rip this fucking track up
I'm wound up on this round up, so pump my Suave sound up
These westward hoes done and blown my nose
So I set them in line like heads of cornrows
We melt wax Icarus and roll over Sisyphus
Our lethal tongues lash, burn your buns like syphilis
You sniff our sweet ether; cause a tingle in your beaver
Baby, strapless and hapless, I ran that ass ragged
And ruthless, I'm boosted and juiced-ed
We'll leave your ass toothless and useless
I'm stupid and stewing in the beats we're brewing
My drawl leaves you drooling
'Cause I wax poetic, coat throats like Chloroseptic
Tanks blowing shit up, cerebellums fucking hectic
From the skeptics trying to front, they say that Suave can't flow
But the doctors' in the house, we're banging Body Malone's
My joint is my steth, check your tonsils for Strep
Strip to your draws and take a hit of this Meth
You'll be doped-up, dosed-up, molested, infested
Finessed by the best, def lyrics planting seeds in your chest
Now drop your drawers to the floor 'cause my crew's bringing more
And I'm out JC '04

The doctor is in; he'll see you right away
The doctor is in; he'll take your pain away
And your troubles, you can't avoid them
You need sexin' all night long
And his services; you can't afford them
But he's making a house call
Here comes the change
Sweet Mary Jane
Here comes the change

Suave Prospects produces produce, rhythmic fruit from our garden
The juice from our flow soothes what ails you and keeps nips hardened
Macrobiotic, homogenic, organic, prescription
Home-grown to blow speaker cones in our Jersey City kitchen
One track a day will keep that loneliness away
Curl up with these beats and nullify the pain
Mix in some Mary Jane and some Coke and Tanqueray
Fiddle the clit a little; don't worry, hon, we're on our way
Now here we come; you know it's on
You need sweet sexing, all night long
Now hit the bong and pound my gong and sing along

(The rock doctors are the usual suspects
Blau beats get dropped, you can bet its Suave Prospects
The crest says were the best, you'll be thrilled by the sex
In your brain the beats nest, then they heave out your chest
Drain your flu; feeling anew, the doctor is in
Now let's see that ass move)

The doctor is in; he'll see you right away
The doctor is in; he'll take your pain away
And your troubles, you can't avoid them
You need sexin' all night long
And his services; you can't afford them
But he's making a house call
Here comes the change
Sweet Mary Jane
Here comes the change

Two right jabs and a left uppercut
Head-locked, my sight set and a kick to your gut
Wipe the mat with your ass; top-hat, I got class
A three-count, your down; drown this clown in the past
I run in, I stun him, in Old English I pun him
Stick a fork in his ass 'cause I cooked and I done him
Knock-knock, I come in; shark-attack his chum grin
Chew up his kids like a stick-of-gum kin

The doctor is in; he'll see you right away
The doctor is in; he'll take your pain away
And your troubles, you can't avoid them
You need sexin' all night long
And his services; you can't afford them
But he's making a house call
Here comes the change
Sweet Mary Jane
Here comes the change

JC '04, get your ass on the floor
The Beat-ills when we spit, infectious like a spore
Once we were 4, now we got 5
C-man in the crew, gonna kick that shit live

Yes, we're creaming on the crops
Flip-fertilizing mental blocks
In my high tops as I top the pops
They say Leisure's high on pot, but in this life I just won't stop
'Till I rock the boom-box that knocks hippies out their flip-flops
The shock of my rhymes 'causes draws to drop
And sop onto cots, leaving stains in spots
Your slot was once locked, just like Fort Knox
But this beat is greased and creeps in Pandora's Box
Hold up, someone get me a smock
The juice is flowing and I forgot extra socks
I'm wading knee deep in love wet and hot
This rocking ox just busted out of the stocks

Take sugar, sex and drugs and mix that shit up
Some pot, some pills and some cigarette butts
Some coffee, some whiskey and see what comes up
Like the cream, Suave Prospects always rises to the top

Jack beaters your batter; puts pudenda in pain
Tramps sputter and mutter; all beauty no brains
Bitches dumped in the gutter; babe, our loves in vain
When I bark, Bonnie's bite; sweet tooth clamp tight
That vagina dentata; it's wreckin' my sex
Her lush, toosh, bush; I cleave cleavage like it's cabbage
Come smell the glove; release the doves of my love
Reigning down from above on the wings on the King
French kiss my pinky ring, let's get sticky and kinky
Your whipped; cop my cock, I dollops on crotch
With the cream that rocks reams, rips seams obscene
Leave on your pink socks, I'll drench your pink mop
'Cause I'm turning out hips; lick my tip like a spliff
Sugar Jasmine with my saccharin; her toffe, hot coffee
It's the cherry on my pie; SP be dope, G

Take sugar sex and drugs and mix that shit up
Some pot, some pills and some cigarette butts
Some coffee, some whiskey and see what comes up
Like the cream, Suave Prospects always rises to the top

Your love shines through like the sunshine's cream
Rubbed against a page of the American Dream
Struggled with me like salmon swim upstream
Carved initials in your car window's steam
This turban on my head is the hem of your gown
Gonna put a smile on your vertical frown
Girl, you're so wet; think I'm gonna drown
Give me a crown; this prince is going down
Got you bucking as I suck on your growing hole
My face in 1st place at your thigh rodeo
Your moan fades away, cry out "Oh! Ee! Oh!"
I'll cha-cha-Chachi where your Joni glows
I'm bi-coastal-lingual, lickin' East to West
From your grassy knoll, see your heaving chest
Your valley narrows as you squeeze your breasts
Brush teeth against lips, your cream is the Crest
The height of my knight finds you tight as a drum
My yahoo bazooka is a Gulliver gun
Flood your Lilliputian poon with rivers of cum
Travel down your brook's babble 'cause I'm not done
Just like the cream, I rise to the top
Like a run-away meme that can't be stopped
Champagne down Haines when the bottle cork pops
You're my farm girl; I'll bump your crop

Take sugar, sex and drugs and mix that shit up
Some pot, some pills and some cigarette butts
Some coffee, some whiskey and see what comes up
Like the cream, Suave Prospects always rises to the top

Shake it, shake it, shake it up
Shake up that shit, shake it up
Forbidden Libidinals, we're epic like Biblicals
Suave Prospect's '04, JC motherfuckers

I fell into her eyes like pools of Bombay Sapphire
The wicked, winged Aphrodite; fly, dapper attire
Booty heaving mighty, we sat down, sip Crown
Greek and Trojan showdown, she's my Helen of Troy
My mind and body a toy; stake elastic like a spatula
Flip that Cleopatra; we was licking, sipping Bud
Lights on, getting off, hit her Duff with a thud
We was coming up suds; feel my love full throttle
My Venus de Milo, twisting all six bottles
Swinging brandy like it's candy; Dionysus in crisis
From Mac Daddy to demands, got to slice this Isis
That Sheba make me grieve; try to make me a unic
But Jack Action's a big dick, King Solomon
I got queens and concubines to sex and then leave
But her ass is heart shaped, bringing me heartache
Her clit a Colt .45, that's a gun to my brain
Drinking High Life like a lowlife, thinking about the knife
To the heart with a stab, like Elliot Smith
I bled Jonnie Walker red to her Medusa's head

Well, I'm a ladies' man and you're a run-away
I'll help you understand why you've got to stay
I'm a ladies' man and you're a run-away
I'll help you understand why you have to stay here with me

Well, it's 3 am and these three-year-old boots
Are walking beside the queen of nothing to lose
Black dress sparkles bright beneath a lonely streetlight
She's out of sight in her high heeled shoes
No cash for a cab to 6th Ave or the Path
She passes out on my lap, maybe just crash at my pad
Then a jolt of the train makes her conscious again
Lips as soft as the rain, eyes just as sad

When I see you standing there
I have to wonder why I ever cared
It may sound silly, well, not really
I have these feelings I can't understand

One drink of the whiskey in the dark of the bar
Cigarettes after 4:00, no cops will report
You walked in from the cold, dressed in silver and gold
I was feeling really bold, so I kicked it to your soul
The moment we locked eyes, I knew hearts would break
Eventually, you would be just asking me to change
But at that very moment, the blood hits your face
The patina of lolita just melts away
Is it love or lust, heaven or bust
Even though it might rust, tonight belongs to us

Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
All the bitches in the back, you got the Body Malone
All the freaks in the front, you got the Body Malone
Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
If you're a body alone, you got no Body Malone
Bang out the Body Malone

I break beats; last word to my cleats
Action arches backs with the length of my meat
I stuff cracks like dilly putty, fill the holes in bonnies' bodies
So the comics on my balls are read backwards by hotties
And there ain't no ass that I can't rock steady
Ain't no skins I can't slash like Freddy
So part your legs, bite your pillow and get ready
And hear while I define what's my Body Malone
She's a bonnie that's straight, gets me up on the bone
She's a hunny of a bunny that wails and moans
My touch straight bucks; drops her drawers and fucks
Rock hard, my wad hits erogenous zones
I'm dunking balls like Moses
I'm mailman like Karl
And comes in eggs

Like the Ten Commandments, I'm a set it in stone
The ancient laws define and dictate the Body Malone
Big boobies, big booty, fuck the bodies too toned
Get Thora Birch's bush to foam 'cause I dig the big-boned
You just took the first step in this Body Malone
Next is the sex with you on the shotgun blown
Bang-bang, bang-bang out the Body Malone
Taking out your dents, you now got the body that moans
Never put an eraser to the art you are
Call me a chubby chaser, you're not off by far
I'm a Body Malone pleaser, delivering orgasmic seizures
To the sweaty, sweet beaver with my meter of flesh fever
Come with Suavey now, bang-bang, I think you got it
Now dance as we bang out this body melodic

Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
All the bitches in the back, you got the Body Malone
All the freaks in the front, you got the Body Malone
Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
If you're a body alone, you got no Body Malone
Bang out the Body Malone

Ass cheeks like boulders with legs to her shoulders
That Body Malone makes me weep and moan
Her lezbionics make me jism like lickety-split
That Body Malone will make me lose my shit

I was mesmerized by your big brown eyes
Your curly hair and your sweet behind
You're the bees knees baby, you're one of a kind
Shake it fast, you're my daily grind

Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
All the bitches in the back, you got the Body Malone
All the freaks in the front, you got the Body Malone
Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
If you're a body alone, you got no Body Malone 
Bang out the Body Malone

Sas-squash the competition with my size 12 chuckers
Kick out the jams like raspberry Smuckers
Got the CB sound loved by truckers
That's a big 10-4 motherfuckers
They say guys don't make passes at girls with glasses
But want to give teacher an apple and see her after classes
View a fine intellectual, I thicken like molasses
Want to kiss 'em on the wrist and slap 'em on the asses
Try to stay strong with the help of the Buddha
But see a smart, sexy lass, you know I wanna do her
Want to kick it to her, but I don't want to rule her
So take a tip from this old school fooler

Rub-a-dub-dub, Suave Prospects in the club
That girl radiates like a spotlight shone
Boys gravitate to her Body Malone
She's two scoops of chocolate on my sugar cone
Her gold turns heads like philosopher's stone
Watch her dance in hot pants, now it's time to abort
Body Malone ain't a spectator sport
She's a topographic map of valleys and peaks
A sonographic chart of bedspring creaks
She's moaning and groaning, a lick and she squeaks
Her body's in Webster's under sexual freaks
Players cock-block, they got the body mania
But Malone's in my home, I'm Lawrence of the Labia
Lickety-lickety, lickin' the slit
Malone moans for more till I'm two fingers in

Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
All the bitches in the back, you got the Body Malone
All the freaks in the front, you got the Body Malone
Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
Bang out, bang out the Body Malone
If you're a body alone, you got no Body Malone
Bang out the Body Malone