[Intro: Angel Cake (RZA)]
C'mon Bobby, turn off that loud shit
Damn, I wanna hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you
(You know, a nigga, knahmsayin
Goin through all that shit in the streets n shit
The hip-hop shit, only shit keep a nigga mind in)
I hear you, but it's all about me and you right now
(Word)
Just take off your shirt
Cause I wanna massage your back and your shoulders
(My little Buttercup, yaknahmean?
You a Buttercup girl)
Oh is that right?
(Yeah)
Well, I got Love Jones for you
(Word, tell me about it)
[Hook: Angel Cake]
Love Jones, I got a Love Jones
I got a Love Jones
For you
Love Jones, I got a Love Jones
I got a Love Jones
For you
[Verse 1: RZA]
Yo girl you shinin like a brand new spankin black Glock
Or a thousand hundred dollar bills inside a shoebox
Exotic bird, special blend of selected fine herbs
Make me wanna kick my bitch to the curb
Shaped like a naked statue, but look sacred
Candy to a baby y'know, I'm ready to take it
She spread your wings like a peacock
Girl you be the bomb, and Bobby be shellshocked!
Behold as I shape and mold your formless globe
Into a perfect O, and breathe the breath of life into your nose
With the fragrance of a fresh pink rose
And stroll into your eyes, the windows to your soul
And choose the best part, the dark pupil I chose
Your heart was mutual, into the center I dove
Backstroke in your abyss like a fish
Countin every thought and dream and wish, that exists within six
She was filled with pleasures, of all measures
But never took the time to discover, her own sunken treasure
Unlock the jewelry box, knowledge rose to the top
The distilled back in the fine mists, that gave birth to the crops
And seas, that brought us together, for the better
We could never seperate so maintain your stormy weather
So maintain the stormy weather
Word up, and let's walk these dogs together Boo
C'mon Bobby, turn off that loud shit
Damn, I wanna hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you
(You know, a nigga, knahmsayin
Goin through all that shit in the streets n shit
The hip-hop shit, only shit keep a nigga mind in)
I hear you, but it's all about me and you right now
(Word)
Just take off your shirt
Cause I wanna massage your back and your shoulders
(My little Buttercup, yaknahmean?
You a Buttercup girl)
Oh is that right?
(Yeah)
Well, I got Love Jones for you
(Word, tell me about it)
[Hook: Angel Cake]
Love Jones, I got a Love Jones
I got a Love Jones
For you
Love Jones, I got a Love Jones
I got a Love Jones
For you
[Verse 1: RZA]
Yo girl you shinin like a brand new spankin black Glock
Or a thousand hundred dollar bills inside a shoebox
Exotic bird, special blend of selected fine herbs
Make me wanna kick my bitch to the curb
Shaped like a naked statue, but look sacred
Candy to a baby y'know, I'm ready to take it
She spread your wings like a peacock
Girl you be the bomb, and Bobby be shellshocked!
Behold as I shape and mold your formless globe
Into a perfect O, and breathe the breath of life into your nose
With the fragrance of a fresh pink rose
And stroll into your eyes, the windows to your soul
And choose the best part, the dark pupil I chose
Your heart was mutual, into the center I dove
Backstroke in your abyss like a fish
Countin every thought and dream and wish, that exists within six
She was filled with pleasures, of all measures
But never took the time to discover, her own sunken treasure
Unlock the jewelry box, knowledge rose to the top
The distilled back in the fine mists, that gave birth to the crops
And seas, that brought us together, for the better
We could never seperate so maintain your stormy weather
So maintain the stormy weather
Word up, and let's walk these dogs together Boo
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