Damn near impossible to find this version...
I remember we, went to Tennessee
Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone

bytch named Symone
Screamin', she feenin', for the semen

Me bein, the man that I am

Took it to her condo, pronto
Half Indian, I called her Tonto

Roll the chron'chron' in the dark pronto

Few puffs, eyes got low

And off to the bedroom we go

Sex is drama, head to trauma
Rip pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow

Satisfyin' all my needs twice

With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
The bytch is nice, word is bond

Can't wait to put my nikkas on, what, what?