Hip Hop Doll - Digital Underground

Pump pump  de pump  pump it up y'all  we're talkin 
bout a hip hop doll 
Babe when you feel me  ooh  how you thrill me 
You are my hip hop doll 
Yes  baby  would you go with me once and for all 
And then when you squeeze me  ooh how you please me 
You are my hip hop doll 
Yeah  baby  if you married me we'd have a ball 
Kick the beat  y'all 
She was an east coast dame  she knew she was pretty 
The place: a hotel lounge in the town of Atlantic City 
The girl was down, you know what I'm sayin 
there wasn't much room to groom. 
People talking and tickin' clock stopped, when she walked into the 
room 
Kick it K, 
Her beauty was shocking: pretty mouth, pretty nose 
A pair of black fishnet stockings: pretty feet, pretty toes 
I made a last minute play to the men's room, to get myself into groove 
Turned to my homeboy, asked him how I looked, my boy Earl said, 
"shmoove" 
Got out the mirror, and went to work, my forty dollar hat was hittin 
I bit down on a wintergreen certs, I stepped up and started spittin 
I set my pace: I said, "Excuse me, but I scored that a nine point 
nine" 
But her face looked confused she said, "come again," 
I said, "You know the way you fell inside of the place, you got style" 
She smiled, said "You're working real hard for some satisfaction" 
She grabbed the dice, and told me "go on" 
I said, "Oh my God, she's givin' me action." 
As we was kicki it live, i threw a four and a five, my point was a 
nine 
She told the maitre'd, "Bring your best bottle of wine," 
And then she tipped him a dime 
The wine arrived, we made a toast 
let's try to keep it all in the midst, click 
I dow