She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, intelligent
Whispered in my ear that she’s celibate
Whispered back to her ear we don’t have to go there
As I grab the hand set her politely in the chair
As we stopped to stare at one another
Black sister, the brother
I’m thinkin all the time how she could be my lover
Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself
Yo, I’m the man, and Honey, you’ve been rated top shelf
Yo, what’s your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun
Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun
Never diss em, it’s hard for a nigga just to miss em
Especially, when you’re browsin, goin fishin
Your wasteline, bangin like a bassline
Physical form is well complexed
And yo, I love your outline, Boo
Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged profile
Enough to make a hard rock smile
You can’t strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong
You rockin’ labels - Tommy Hil down to Claiborne
Show me some love hon, show me some love boo
Show me the vibe and I’ll be more than glad to shoot it through
Aiyyo peep it, I know you love Victoria’s Secret
And lovin’ all the marvelous slang on how I freak it
Plus, see you’re the type to make a nigga crash
Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby’s ass
Your body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dust
And yo, your stee is high potent, yo
We can go the distance, I put you under wings
From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings
I walked a hot Arabian desert, barefooted
I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it
Luxurious rings, eyes sparkling
What’s your name sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins
Your complexion gives a reflection of
sometime a black woman just need to be loved
Quiet and shy, baby girl my gift got you high
Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that file
Just jokin baby, I have a sharp sense of humor
Wish I woulda bumped into your frame a lot sooner
What’s your physical degree, thirty one, thirty three
Half Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese
Seen you workin at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue
Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you
Yo, I’m all into older woman, who’s happy livin
Love kids and, keep all up and this in the crib and
not afraid to doubt need a God on your side
We holdin hands til death do us apart and then we slide
Earring in the left side of your nose love my combo
Should have left wizard thousand times maybe tonight though
But you sexy mothafucka DAMN whats the recipe
You make a nigga wanna GOTDAMN
Can you cook darlin, at the stove you’re revolvin
Bake macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starvin
Here take my number let me pull the chair from under
I had fun plus your backyard speak with thunder
RZA bake the track, and it’s militant
Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit….
I’m tryna meet Starky Love
Check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars, and all the bitches in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the beaches
So listen to them clear and put the box right near your ear
light your blunts and down your beer
Cause you can never fuck with Wu-Tang Killa Beeeeez…