[Chapter I: Kool G Rap]
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Livin' some bloodshed, her man pushin' bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they house lookin' slick
It's like some shit, straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my clique, met the chick up at Saint Nicks
Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to kick
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split
I couldn't quit, tryna peep out the privates
The live shit, you know how loose I get
I'm schemin' on her back, peeping her hips, fiendin' to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick
The type you want to pair with, have an affair with
We chattered a bit, slipped me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip
Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip
Probably had to get with her man and shit
Later on at night, I'm stressin' love at first sight
Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat likely
To be dealin' with mad feelings
And even though mami was mad appealin'
Body revealin' and big wheelin'
This shit is illin, I don't like it
Fuck it, I can't fight it
I'm reachin' for the cordless to call Miss
I insist, to get with this
Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who's this?" (chick)
"It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady?"
"Fine and how you doin' boo?" (chick)
"Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through?
"We could sip on some champagne from Spain boo"
About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo
We link, push in the six circle circle drink
To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks
More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
Went for a drink, open windows, a spot for our shots
Would wanna spend those, five digit o's, on busty bimbos
Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove
My eyes closed, her nigga dozed, when I awoke
Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos
Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove
She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe
Panty hoes with see-through holes, pretty toes
Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet
Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets
As I was speakin' to this half black/latin freak
Met on a Manhattan street, body petite, fat in the cheeks
I was gettin' open, started, laughin' and jokin'
We weed smokin', strokin', the shorty spoke and
Said what the deal is, the realness
My man is crazy as Bruce Willis
If he catches, he'll try to kill us
He got a whole army of killers
Me no worry, I gots the clapper son
End of the first verse, chapter I
Word
Shit is real in the field
Thug love story
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Livin' some bloodshed, her man pushin' bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they house lookin' slick
It's like some shit, straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my clique, met the chick up at Saint Nicks
Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to kick
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split
I couldn't quit, tryna peep out the privates
The live shit, you know how loose I get
I'm schemin' on her back, peeping her hips, fiendin' to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick
The type you want to pair with, have an affair with
We chattered a bit, slipped me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip
Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip
Probably had to get with her man and shit
Later on at night, I'm stressin' love at first sight
Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat likely
To be dealin' with mad feelings
And even though mami was mad appealin'
Body revealin' and big wheelin'
This shit is illin, I don't like it
Fuck it, I can't fight it
I'm reachin' for the cordless to call Miss
I insist, to get with this
Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who's this?" (chick)
"It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady?"
"Fine and how you doin' boo?" (chick)
"Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through?
"We could sip on some champagne from Spain boo"
About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo
We link, push in the six circle circle drink
To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks
More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
Went for a drink, open windows, a spot for our shots
Would wanna spend those, five digit o's, on busty bimbos
Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove
My eyes closed, her nigga dozed, when I awoke
Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos
Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove
She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe
Panty hoes with see-through holes, pretty toes
Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet
Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets
As I was speakin' to this half black/latin freak
Met on a Manhattan street, body petite, fat in the cheeks
I was gettin' open, started, laughin' and jokin'
We weed smokin', strokin', the shorty spoke and
Said what the deal is, the realness
My man is crazy as Bruce Willis
If he catches, he'll try to kill us
He got a whole army of killers
Me no worry, I gots the clapper son
End of the first verse, chapter I
Word
Shit is real in the field
Thug love story
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