Still Boomin Esham

[Verse 1]
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
Mama, you so bad, you could be my wife
If it's hot and ready, I need a slice
Got the cabbage corn bread with the beans and rice, nice
Ice on you, I don't need advice
Need it once in the morning and the evening twice
It was me and Mr. Hip on the trip out in Brooklyn
At a backyard barbecue and there you was cookin'
You was lookin' real good, I'ma just go on and say it
Heard your song on the radio when they start to play it
You took it down to the floor and had my hypnotized
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout thick thighs, Popeye's chicken and fries
Extra greasy, peanut butter and chocolate, make a Reese
Just a student to the game, wanna learn all you can teach me
Capeesh me? Strawberry kiwi, lookin' like Riri
I'm feelin' real good, I just wanted you to see me
So po up until we mow up but never throw up
And I say "what up doe" 'cause ain't nothin' but dough up
Sky's the limit, but never timid, in it to win it
I clock my paper fast like a New York minute
Amityville, they sayin' God damn it he real
If it's a way to get that paper, God damn it he will
Don't need luck when you got plannin' and skill
And if you cup empty, it's time for a refill, for real