No man all bitches
are the same
just like my hoes
you know
I keep em broke
Wake up one morning
with some money
they're subject to go
crazy you know
I keep em lookin good
pretty and all that
You know
but no dough
When I get a bitch
I got a bitch
right on
Word up
that motherfuckin
brother wise
YouknowhatI'msayin
Teachin the uncivilized
Yeah
runnin the streets
know it's deep
Word up
check his technique yeah
I be Ghostface
Flippin the
marvelous track
Yeah
You know the steelo
but yo yo
Check the bangin
sounds that I invent
Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard
came and went
They couldn't match up
with the fly nigga
Wit his back against the wall
Heads clapped
once I came in the door
I played the speaker
sippin on Kahlua
Saw this bad
bitch wit a switch
And yo
I had to step to her
in a manner
and rather wished the
current was warm
When I had reached her
I looked and knew the shit was on
Peace excuse me
allow to introduce myself
Yo I'm the man and Honey
you've been rated top shelf
Yo what's your name hon
hair wrapped up in a bun
Your eyes sparkle
just like glass in the sun
Never diss em
it's hard for a nigga
just to miss em
Especially
when you're browsin
goin fishin
Your wasteline
bangin like a bassline
Physical form is well complexed
And yo
I love your outline Boo
Your whole body is wild
wit your rugged profile
Enough to make a hard rock smile
You can't strikeout
tell me what can really go wrong
You rockin' labels
Tommy Hil
down to Claiborne
Show me some love hon
show me some love boo
Show me the vibe and I'll be
more than glad to
shoot it through
Aiyyo peep it
I know you love
Victoria's Secret
And lovin'
all the marvelous slang
on how I freak it
Plus
see you're the type to
make a nigga crash
Far from trash
your flesh is way softer
than a baby's ass
Your body lotion is the potion
the shit got me open like dust
And yo
your stee is high potent yo
We can go the distance
I put you under wings
From this convo we can spark
and see whatever brings
I walked a hot Arabian desert
barefooted
I grabbed your hand
you grabbed my joint
and knew where to put it
Word up yo
straight up and down yo
Check the joint baby
It be the Wu-Tang production
Yeah yeah
and all types of shit
And brothas
catchin repercussions Yo
straight up