Milk & Honey Nick Wiz (Ft. Rakim)

[Intro]
Look at shorty, son (Word)

[Verse 1]
Uh, shorty is hot as it get
She ill, ain't a lot of chicks exotic as this
A perfect specimen, mommy is it, and you ain't gotta be
A doc to see her body is sick, and when she move
To the music, I lose it, she too thick
And always wear exclusive, new shit
Designer shirts and jeans, hair stay done up
Tie up shirts with the strings halfway strung-up
Uh, showin' her cleavage off
With a strut in her walk like a diva floss
Every squeeze is soft, her skin is that smooth
A lot of sensitive spots and hidden tattoos
From coast to coast, she like to pose in clothes
Shoes with open toes? You look dope in those
I got no composure and no control when you
Expose a little more than you’re supposed to show

[Chorus]
Ladies from New York, California, Chicago
The Midwest to South to Ciaro
We're off to Japan, to Morocco
It feel good in your hands like silk and money
Dress ghetto with dress like a model
Sweet as sugar but act like she hard though
On the block or the front row at Ra's show
They turn and halt to the land of milk and honey