Lyrics:
at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo
parlor
And she drew
Men,
said, "Let's have a freaky, freaky, freaky type experience,
That's very diff-er-ent,
That's so magnificent."
She had a bad, bad bitch named
kids nappy heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in an alley
Bragging to her friends how she's ho'in' in
you took my money and all my comings from me
But you reassure me saying she's gonna be taken by her mommy
When her mama took her, she said it kind
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
I had one wish
But she's been gone since that summer
Since that summer
In the summer girls come and summer girls go
Some are worthwhile and some are
said
By all the ink, by all the lead
When it comes to love there's one thing that I know
There ain't nothing like the stuff in Mexico
Chorus
And then
the fuckin' Sean Combs dance, follow me now
Who wanna come test the kid?
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like
from him
Girl, why hide your dreams?
(Brought down by the one she loved)
Love locked her hands
(She lost her time in his makeup)
Gets dressed for
I was mindin' my own business down on Deep Elum Street
The sun was comin' up and the birds was singin' sweet
When a car come around the corner,
close and I've come so far
A glass of red wine sits from the women at the end of the bar
I love to talk to you - but I don't have the time
She looks
Or watching Mr. Wizard
Babies killing babies
In a rush to grow up
Babies having babies
In a rush to grow up
We can wait around
Hoping for a savior to come
See she the object of my affection
Nah, I take that back
See she the object of my erection
I gotta use protection
I'm way too paranoid, so I'm
down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
(1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few
the kitchen (when I'm in the kitchen)
I make plenty cash (cash)
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love
on old girl like a drum
she be Shaggitized before its all said and done
Girl What you Gonna do with all that body
Shake it up all night
Careful with
Come, Mr dJ, song pon de replay
Mr dJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the
Dancefloor wantin' some more
Mr dJ, won't you turn the music up?
One more game, it's time to play
Play with me (One more game)
Just one more game, it's time to play
Come play my way
I'm no more Mrs nice Girl
No
finish your fresco
She no cappin' by heart asked for espresso
I mean, I guess so
Don't make me bring up all this shit that you wished for
Assault
the kitchen (when I'm in the kitchen)
I make plenty cash (cash)
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love
sayin'?
And all that bitch do is call me all day talkin' about you
"Why the fuck B.I.G. don't want me?"
Yo, Big this is Quita
Kenya told me she saw you
And nigga, you can't play wit my yo yo
She keep a fo-fo and the H2
Sittin' on low pros, whooaa
And 50 know, she roll with 50 hoes
And keep them sticky dro
for every day
Take it all and take some more, leave the empties by the door
Hey Mr Innocent, you think you're heaven-sent
And you won't stop until I'm
Mr doctor
Make you check my temperature
(Papii Chulo with the vibez oh yeah)
My baby give me blood pressure
My baby give me high tension
20 bottles
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