Shawty let's go get our grub on

I think Trey Songz is the new R. Kelly. He definitely has the "I-wanna-do-nasty-thangs-to-you-while-singing-a-smoove-ass-tune" thing down pat, minus that whole "sleeping-with-underaged-girls" thing.

"Grub On" puts an insta-smile on my face whenever it comes up randomly on my iPod, I dunno if it cuz I love IHOP or what. Pretty sure it's the funny and kind of clever lyrics though, which are below for your viewing pleasure.

Anyways, enjoy this ode to the IHOP... in your pants!

Damn, I'm so hungry
Plus I'm layin
What time is it?
I'll tell you what...

It's 5 o'clock in the morning
and the club is over
Shawty let's go get our grub on
I had way too much to drink
and I need to get sober
So, let's go get our grub on
Baby let's get out of here
I know a place not far from here
that I can get that grub on
Said my stomach's growlin' so crazy,
would you please feed me baby?
Girl let me get my grub on

No cheese steak or grits...
I don't have a taste for that
I don't want pancakes or bacon...
I don't have a taste for that
Girl I want something fulfilling
that's gon' fill my appetite
Girl you're the only one that can make it alright

Will you be my IHOP baby?
Can I place my order?
The food in here is crazy
Twenty-four hours
'Round the clock you open
Baby here's a tip:
You hop on top of me,
I hop on top of you

I'm thinking 'bout going for seconds,
maybe some dessert, yeah
I'm still tryna get my grub on
And when I taste ya coffee
with sugar and cream
This spot is where I belong, ohhh...
Cake and whip cream so divine
I could eat here all the time
Is there a doggy bag I could take home?
Tellin' you if you ain't taste it,
think you better call your waitress
Cuz IHOP's open 'til the early morn

No fruitcakes, no salads...
I don't have a taste for that
Lookin' for a meal with a balance
Something that can satisfy me
Girl I want something fulfilling
That's gon' take care of my cravings
So girl tell me can you feed me?

Will you be my IHOP baby?
Can I place my order?
The food in here is crazy
Twenty-four hours
'Round the clock you open
Baby here's a tip:
You hop on top of me,
while I hop on top of you

I like that blueberry syrup
I like that strawberry syrup
Now baby lay your body down
and let me lick it all up
Now baby let's get you seated
Don't need a plate to, whoo!
Get a good meal,
let me show you girl it's real
But it's gon' be just me and you
We gon' grub 'til we full
So tell me it's cool

[x2]

Will you be my IHOP baby?
Can I place my order?
The food in here is crazy.
Twenty-four hours
'Round the clock you open
Baby here's a tip:
You hop on top of me,
I'ma I hop on top of you

Now gimme that Rootie-Tootie
that Fresh & Fruity
that, that, that big ol' booty
Now come and do me
Grub on, grub on...
Grub on, grub on...