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(feat. Solomon Childs) [Intro: Beretta 9 (girl)] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, what up mira, what up mira? (Get the fuck off my arm, man) Check it, check it out, right This Beretta 9 from the Killarmy crew What's up ma? Two ?? and I'm ripped (Si, eat it) Yo, I love pretty birds, what's up You rollin' with me? (Who the fuck you callin' a bird) (?? la chocha) Yo we don't eat dead birds, honey [Beretta 9] What up sweet thing? Lookin' like prom queen, eat bitch Snake out our dough and do the same thing But yo love, beat love to be love, you got to make love Slow jams, candles and shit, word up While she work it, curved dick, between her pink lips Your girlfriends buggin' and shit, check out her hips Yo, the God must slayin' it well, guaranteed Broke it straight then, the virgin holograms, the misfits Big ass, big tits, shorty was raised on grits Tall glasses of milk, her grandson was biscuits But mad shit she lack, like a girl, she react Kings need queens, not no silly dingbats Sugar and spice, but yo, you ain't that nice SongtexteLeave your ass fast, and won't think twice [9th Prince] Yo, live at the barbeque, two blocks down from Park Avenue Sky was blue, shorty was dressed like a groom Titties and ass round like balloons Chinky eyes I analyzed, took my time like an old man that's wise I pushed up, what up buttercup? Probably ebonics, the slang her stuck My jewely was truck, from the moment I spoke Bitch almost choked on a note, she fell in love Like Cinderella, I said my name was 9th Prince, boo Yeah, but you can call Cinde-fella [Chorus: P.R. Terrorist] Which way you going? I think we goin' that way too Girl, where your friends at? Introduce them to my crew We be the livest M.C.'s in the game, you heard boo? You heard boo? Yo [P.R. Terrorist] Which way you going? I think we goin' that way too Yo, where your friends at? Introduce them to my crew Harmonize after thick thighs had me hypnotized To analyze and cease for a minute, before I advertised A young ass, we used to cut class, smoke greenish bags Back to 49 junior high, I was a bad ass Bringin' heat to school, pattin' me down was the principal Nothin' he would do, gettin' suspended was the usual In the boy's room, they in the vacant classroom Pokin' fast, got her tight womb, too many come to soon But I was young, her little tongue'll get my dick hard She feels, tuckin' her tits up in the schoolyard Took her virginity in Catholic School Trinity Promised that you by first love to infinity [Chorus x2] [Solomon Childs] Yo, what the deal Miss Chocolate? Got us some of French twist, Gucci boots, cover girl body '88, the Adora hotty, Mary J. Blige body, mahogany queen Body rollin' round at a slow pace Can't make lamb of girl, this the softest place Playin' with the cucci at the fireplace Catch I, flicks and hundred dollar kicks, lingerie, red cherry Kitty kats stickin' out the popcorn schrimp and strawberries Bubble baths and chocolate milk, candle lights after dark Back shots, late night, in the park Solomon Childs, good girl, you heard? B.B. Conduct, crushin', forever crushin' [Chorus x2] [Outro: P.R. Terrorist] Let me holla at you, yeah, quick conversation Yeah, yo Aus Songtexte Mania