Oh yes I love her like Egyptian, want a description, my royal highness
So many plusses when I bust that there can’t be no minus
Went from yellin crickets and crows, bitches and hoes to queen thangs
Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs
like Kilroy, chill boi because them folks might think you soft
talkin like that, man fuck them niggaz I’m goin off
and comin right back, like boomerangs when you throw em
With these old ghetto poems, Thinkin' it's better for em
When they can let they thumb, down from hitchikin, invitin' niggaz
they get the feelin to, I’m willin to go the extra kilo-meter
just to see my senorita get her pillow on the side of my bed where no girl ever stay
House and doctor was the games we used to play but now it’s real Jazzy Belle...
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