Heeeey, where you going to lady?
You gotta womb? Well make room and get to holding my babies
Stick with me, before you know it, you’ll be rolling Mercedes
Besides, you’ve got that flavor I’ve been so into lately
I might be intimating that I’m into mating with you
Let’s keep it strictly pillow talk, no debating issues
I’ll take you to openings, my novel new accessory
Now everyone who wants a piece can grovel to me endlessly
Ain’t no denying you’re my girl, I’ll give you diamonds and pearls
You know I always played it straight, now you’re supplying the curls
Plus I find it kind of cute how you defying the world
Although I’d rather see your stripper dance, I’m eyeing your twirls
Give me some time to unfurl the proper plan to approach you
Play the game nice and slow, this do-si-do we go through
Ferocious overtures over a glass of whatever you like
I know you said no, but let’s try it tonight
It’s you and me baby, I’ll forget about the other ones
Sloppy, they so sweet and poppy, copy, but they bubblegum
And you the “the:” original article with the trouble funk
Double trunk subtle pumps, I’m lovin’ me some gutter junk
It’s like the sense of authenticity minus having to live with it
The fact is I just civilize the savage, and gradually diminish it
won’t discriminate, I’ll even flip it to Dominicans, laid out
Cause mami’s looking like she wants to play house
And what’s wrong with helping yourself to the help? My engine’s idling
Get it purring by stirring up my sense of entitlement
Covert with the subversive racism, mention my right to “them”
At a part with my friends, pass you around, gentlemen, I’ll begin
Exotic party favor with the double sided number action
Let’s see how bad you want it when I start to numb the passion
I’m the superconductor, overseeing a bullet train
Go head and smile while you take a passenger with pain
See first I’ll take what I want, next I’ll take it to task
Just take your pretty little spirit and I break it in half
Then take you to the front row seats and the Lakers and Cavs
Even LeBron and Kobe wanna know me, making me laugh
See, I don’t play the game to win, I play to own it
And if you’re not working for me, you’re my opponent
I franchise forbidden fruit, use it to sell my gin and juice
Now in food fights rancid fruit flies with a little bruise
So take a look at my girlfriend
The latest one I had to have, she’s just another fad
I been digging through her cupboards, mother hubbard with a grubbing dad
And daddy only love her while the money comes, I’m up that
Now she’s getting old, once the coke but now it’s huffing highs
So I’m siphoning profit’s my prophecy is suck them dry
sitting in my penthouse checking quarterly stats
An empire built upon the roundness of that ass
First you get the money, then you get the power
The puudy and respect are afterthoughts to what’s devoured
Got these cowards ducking like Howard, I up and deflowered
They princess, then I charge them interest by the hour
supported by 4 fans who also own “Sista Jones (I Gotta)”
Cutting edge music from a cutting edge master. Just writing and reflecting... Simple but powerful. Gotta listen several times to absorb the many layers of material. Love this kind of craftsmanship. And that bass groove! acuzan