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Wanna win over a girl? Try these magical lyrics. I don’t know what girl wouldn’t put out for a line like, “She began to blush, I heard her coochi whistle.” Full lyrics below and this site explains what each line means.

How you like your eggs, fried or fertilized?
The way you move your hips, girl, make me hypnotized
How you like your eggs, fried or fertilized?
Fried or fertilized?
Fried or, fried or fertilized?
Fried or, fried or fertilized?
Fried or, fried or fertilized?
Fried or, fried or fertilized?
The way you move your hips, girl, make me hypnotized

[Verse 1: Yung Humma]

Yung Humma
Early in the morning, ’bout nine o’clock
Had a freak last night. Made her body rock
Feeling kind of groggy. Stomach toss and turning
She said, “Was that your belly or was it birds chirping?”
I said that I was hungry. She said, “Baby, me too
Why don’t we go out and get us some breakfast food?”
We ain’t gotta leave to get no breakfast food
‘cuz I’m a lady tamer and a chef too
So I began to cook
Could tell I had her shook
She wasn’t ready for the recipe in Humma’s book!

[Verse 2: Yung Humma]

She said, “I love the eggs. What did you do to ’em?
The way they smell and taste really got a girl drooling.”
I knew that you would like it. Why you so surprised?
How you like your eggs, fried or fertilized?
Fried or fertilized? Baby, I’m confused!
Don’t be offended. You got it misconstrued
When I say “fried,” I’m talking breakfast eggs
But when I fertilize, those the eggs between your legs
She began to blush. I heard her coochie whistle. (Whoo-whoo!)
She was fiending for the heat up out of Humma’s missle

[Outro: Yung Humma]

I ain’t playing girl. Don’t think you realize
How you like your eggs, fried or fertilized?
I ain’t playing girl. Don’t think you realize
How you like your eggs, fried or fertilized?
I ain’t playing girl. Don’t think you realize
How you like your eggs, fried or fertilized?
I ain’t playing girl. Don’t think you realize
How you like your eggs, fried or fertilized?

I must be on a video kick lately. There are just so many good ones! I mean, how could I not share the love of smanging?