A gangsta rap song speaking against misogyny in gangsta rap.
lyrics
This is for all the hip hop dudes that think it's all about how many women you can get to desire you to fondle them or have sex with them. I'm-a show you how it really works!
Squeezing is for Play Dough, mo' than women's breasts
They'd rather be treated like humans, I'm sho' they will attest
Your job's to care for feelings, not to screw with every hole
Until you're with your final partner, your shlong's for the toilet bowl
So you studied the hip hop culture of today
And you learned that dudes and chicks are viewed in different ways
But yet still can live lives of love and harmony
If the girls can stand livin' with misogyny
And everywhere you go, it's what folks be bumpin' to
So you assume they all carry that point of view
And let that decide how you treat the girls
And find yourself attempting that in the real world
Now, some chicks aren't aware that's what they've heard
'Cause they turned up the bass so loud they drowned out the words
But others are aware of what they actually say
But are really only in it for the beats anyway
Just because they act silly at a party or two
Doesn't mean being forward wins their favor to you
But you learned that the hard way, in an absence of glory
And now I have to hear your pathetic sob story
'Bout how you failed hard with this chick named Rebecca
As you're crying to me calling her a heartwrecker
'Cause she quickly said no when you made your moves,
Then you tell me what you said that made you lose.
You said you'd love to point to your home on her globes
And if you were alien, she'd be the first that you'd probe
And now you made her feel awkward tryin' to spit some game
But now you're spittin' up blood, 'cuz she got good aim
And in a fit of frustration, you called her a witch
And there you see, there's the reason she turned out to be a bit
Agitated, and that's where you took a bad turn
Well, homie, there's some things that you got to learn
Squeezing is for Play Dough, mo' than women's breasts
They'd rather be treated like humans, I'm sho' they will attest
Your job's to care for feelings, not to screw with every hole
Until you're with your final partner, your shlong's for the toilet bowl
First of all, realize there's a place and a time
Really far into the future to say what's on your mind
If you try to rush things, your chances are gone
Only in a garden should you get the hose turned on
So to be in a position where you won't be hurtin'
Start by talking to her like a regular person
Learn about what all she does with her life,
About her work and her hobbies, and the things that she likes
You might find out she's into fly paper origami
And that in her job of studying archaeology
She's learned how to barbeque meat from a T-rex
Now tell me, ain't that a lot more interesting than sex?
Invite her to lunch, maybe offer to pay,
Even if she gets a lobster-zebra-caramel souffle
Compliment her somehow, let her build up some trust,
But don't address the ta-tas, or the whole thing's a bust
If she don't wanna date you, let her go, you'll be fine
If she does, remember, take things a step at a time
Let your comfort levels with each other grow for a while,
And once you're sure you're happy, then you can file
For a marriage license, and after wedding day
When you know that you're both committed to stay
And only when you both agree to it, is that the time when
You can get to 69th base, but until then...
Squeezing is for Play Dough, mo' than women's breasts
They'd rather be treated like humans, I'm sho' they will attest
Your job's to care for feelings, not to screw with every hole
Until you're with your final partner, your shlong's for the toilet bowl
(No, don't go after her, you already failed with her once! She already knows your failed attempt, the new one won't work on her! Bro, you need to try a fresh chick! Man, that didn't sound right)
