Taste Of Pastry lyrics

Sing! All u gotta do is sing!
(Ooo ooo oh)
Micheal Jackson..who could sing!
But he ain`t the most masculine fella in the world..
(You`re my pretty lady, baby yeah)

[Chorus 2x]
Baby..you`re my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry

[Verse 1 - Cuban Link]
Baby u makin me crazy
The way u shake ya waist got me hasty
To get face-to-face and jus taste the pastry
Lately, u been waitin for that tongue massage
A one-on-one under the stars in my summer lodge
Pardon ma, but from the start I was guilty as charged
We was gods wit no regards jus strictly menage-es-trois
At the bar puffin Cuban cigars playin my part
As a deeper heart wit the streets smarts to read ya thoughts
But its hard cuz ur different, ur far from a pigeon u my princess
The vision which got me switchin religions
It`s tradition, u even hit the kitchens witout bitchin
Theres nuttin missin, u perfect like Roger Clemen`s picture
So ya wish is my command, give u kisses on ya hand
Takin trips to foreign lands, can`t no competition stand
Here`s the plan, we can skip to Cancun
Now who da man? Catch a tan, while we bangin bodies on the sand, understand

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2 - Triple Seis]
Yo it`s a dream, ask more why she don`t go for beams?
Baggin heavy, so she ready for dat loco team
Ya man Queens a ho, after-show
From the trizz spendin all her dough thats how it goes
Don`t ya know, profession a true thug
Who will eat the choch, beat the choch and leave u wit a new buzz
If u cuz my squad is reppin, its hard to check em
You makin it hard thats why the god is sweatin
Wanna taste u, lace u and embrace u
Lemme show u how Triple Seis do
A lil tongue lashin, ma