Story behind the song
a good friend's roommate inspired this song
	
Lyrics
Ass to spare, ride you like a bike
My baby healthy, ain�t no hunger strike
Drug store product gloss painted lips
Let me dig my face in them juicy hips
Hot pink panties And them silver shoes
call the power company bout to blow a fuse
I�m gonna  freak you all night 
A ll night long
You make me baby big and strong
I�m a high class hustler born in 76
Fresh squeezed not no lemonade mix
Freaky deaky man up on the scene
Sunday purple suit mean and lean
Get on the floor and do me a dance
I know you can shake it let to see
Them underpants
Pop that hip out the socket 
like an ole chicken wing
Pop  oh ding a ling a ling
I said I want to  love you baby through the 
Night
Gonna rock you baby 
Dynomite
 
love ya baby through the night
Gonna love ya baby
Treat you  right