Riddle me this...

Riddle me that. Riddle me tha dogg with the baseball batt. Swing batta' batta' swing. Cuz it don't mean a thing. Baby, you gotta swing. Just shake yo' thing. Senora. Shake it all the time. Cuz while you're shaking, baby, I'm baking up another rhyme. Now let me bring it back... to tha lecture at hand. Cuz a hand in the bush is worth a whole lot. And when it comes out drippin' you know you hit tha spott. Now lift it up and rise to the top. Stir gently and pour out the hip hop. Tip yo' cap with a slap, say you've been here before... shaking that thing out on tha dance floor. Then with a dip, give your baby a slip... tha time has come to get back to yo' ship. Now sail away, sail away with me... to tha land of the almighty refu-G. There you'll find, if you're kind, plenty o' peace of mind. Just livin' off tha fat with the ole katt in the hatt.