Intro: _The Mack_
No man all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know
I keep em broke
Wake up one morning with some money they`re subject to go crazy you know?
I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that
You know, but no dough
When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (right on)
Lyrics: Ghostface
Word up, that motherfuckin brother wise
YouknowhatI`msayin? Teachin the uncivilized
Yeah, runnin the streets, know it`s deep
Word up, check his technique, yeah
I be Ghostface
Flippin the, marvelous track
Yeah
You know the steelo, but yo, yo
Check the bangin sounds that I invent
Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went
They couldn`t match up with the fly nigga
Wit his back against the wall
Heads clapped once I came in the door
I played the speaker, sippin on Kahlua
Saw this bad bitch wit a switch
And yo, I had to step to her in a manner
and rather wished the current was warm
When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on
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
Word up, yo, straight up and down yo
Check the joint, baby
It be the Wu-Tang production
Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit
And brothas catchin repercussions
Yo, straight up
