In A Magazine 911 (Ft. Queen Pen)

The girl was lookin good
Like a lady should
I remember where I saw her
I saw her in the magazine
Her body's tight, her fingers right
Reminds me of a girl from around the way
Ooooh oooh, I saw her in a magazine

Verse 1: Queen Pen, 911

Uhh, I heard you been lookin for me
Diggin me down, giving me nothin but peach
Ha please, you know where to find me when you need me
Queen P, got you charmed out like them trees
Or Lexus, heck a car load full of G's
Impress thee, wit the realism technique
Automatically, pulled you right into my lead
Feel me, as you indulge in your magazine

I couldn't believe my eyes
When I opened up that magazine
It was the finest girl I ever seen
I think I knew her face
I saw her hangin out around the way
Watchin all the players play, whoaaa
Her smile sets off this glow
And when she walks, it's such a sexy flow
I think I want to let her know, that
(She's a bad mamma jamma) Owowohhh
Just as fly as she can be, ohohowoh