Key: Bb minor
Verse 1
strap yourself down!
Excuse me, excuse me, Sands
Mrs. Sands,
excuse me, Mrs. Sands
Mrs. Sands,
excuse me, Mrs. Sands
Mrs. Sands, excuse me, Sands
Am
just take your hand?
Show you girl how much
because I really think I can
I'm one of those fellas that
got a fine lady
Beautiful, gorgeous, so fly, a dime crazy
Faking how she look at the other broads,
shook
Girl, what your mama cook,
got your body off the hook
Shit, just the way I like it,
hit me on my sidekick
Said I should come by quick,
girl, you must be psychic
I was just thinking the same thing true
Story watchin' more than
flip back to the view
Hit reply and type,
act like you knew
I'll be through to see you,
that I could do
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Just havin' those Vickie's ones,
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that's see -through
So everything is poppin',
front door, I'm knockin'
Flowers and candy, she opened the door, I
Wifey had a crack and candles,
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wine and Tony Braxton
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I'm only askin'
Mrs. Sands, ayo,
excuse me, Mrs. Sands
I love you girls so much,
that's why I had to make this jam
Come on, can I politely please
just take your hand
Ayo, take me to the beach,
tan line so sexy
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Am
Rub me down with oil,
got you spoiled, oh yes, see
The sand tickle your toes,
body wiggle the slows
The way a jock race
may cost somethin' little to grow
So, let's see what the water's
like
Started with the backstroke,
said her bottom strap broke
On her meanie -teenie
bikini, so I got close
Tried to tie a knot, but
she jumped on my
a boat when it rock
didn't wanna stop
But when I'm up in, it's no
wins, I just pop
Got the kid high, like the blast from a
ruler
Hit the beat, spark,
A
Am
can I have two Kalotikas?
For Mrs. Sands, ayo,
excuse me, Mrs. Sands
I love you girl so much,
that's why I had to make this jam
So can I politely please
just take your hand
And show you girl how much,
because I really think I can
Mrs. Sands, ayo,
excuse me, Mrs. Sands
I love you girl so much,
that's why I had to make this jam
So can I politely please
just take your hand
And show you girl how much,
because I really think I can
Yo, we're going out to eat,
seal it up like a mobster
What do you prefer, Ruth
Chris or Red Lobster?
She said, nothing fancy,
just wine and shrimp scampi
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I said, matter of fact,
Chef Boyard Sands, nice with the hands
Knock a nigga out and fry fish in a pan
Filled up your glass, then filled up your
Hey!
Couldn't resist, I just
had to make a pass
At last, the main course,
and this is after we grub
My baby blew like bubbles
and wine in the tub
You and my world could work,
Enough of the games,
baby doll, I'm sayin'
You lookin' like you
in the right mood for the slayin'
Prayin' that no day this will ever end
Love or no other word,
the mother could contend with
Mrs. Sands
Ayo, excuse me, Mrs. Sands
I love you girls so much,
that's why I had to make this jam
So can I politely please
just take your hand
Mrs. Sands
Ayo, excuse me, Mrs. Sands
I love you girls so much,
that's why I had to make this jam
So can I politely please
just take your hand
And show you girl how much
because I truly think I can
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