Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Candy Shop

I was driving, listening to Candy Shop, grinning at how incredibly dirty the lyrics are. Crossing from Arlington into Belmont, headed for Harvard Square.

I love the way hip-hop is so erotic and irreverant.

And 50 Cent, the singer, is so hot and so buff -- muscle factory that boy.

And his girl in the video, Olivia, whoaaaaaaa ...

He starts and she sings back:

Candy Shop

I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot

I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot

You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up, or should I push up on it
Temperature rising, okay, let's go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle

I break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel, or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, just whatever you into

Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have you friends teaching you 'bout how sprung I got ya
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem get on top
Then get your bounce around, like a little rider

I'm season's fit when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with this stick
I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)


Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo
You aint never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this

Soon as I come through the door, she get to pulling on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch you in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone

I touch the right spot at the right time
like something, i like something, she like it from behind
So seductive you should see the way she whine
Her hips so slow mo' on the floor when we grind

Long as she ain't stopping, homie I ain't stopping
Triple wet with sweat, man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, its on
And we gon' sip the heavy bubble, now every bottle is gone

His polite hint about fellatio is worth the whole song;

I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands