9th Prince - Dear R&B lyrics

[Intro: 9th Prince] Yeah, this is for all, my n***as locked down Ya'll know what it is, you know, pictures on the wall Nahwhatimean, fantasizing about all kinds of b**hes and sh** You know, word up, models, actresses, you know what it is, knowhatimean? [9th Prince] Yo, Dear Beyonce, I fantasize about you every night Therefore I'm sending you a kite I'm working out, reading books, trying to get the body and mind right What up with Kelly? Word on the street, she was sleeping with Nelly I heard it from my cellie Paparazzi spotted them, coming out of a telly But anyway, I seen your videos, "Deja Vu" "Ring the Alarm", "To the Left" had me illing yo You the illest chick, I got all your flicks Forget Trina, you the baddest b**h I love the way you smile, s**y profile We probably would of met, if I didn't blow trial, but anyhow You my 'Dreamgirl', with a 'Supreme' style A lodi dodi, I can tell you like to party Every inmate in jail is loving you hardbody Send a word to Michelle, my cellie said she can sing like hell And when he touchdown, like LL, he wanna rock her bells But for now, I got to end this letter You a black queen like Coretta Scott King, shine like a diamond ring [Chorus: 9th Prince] Dear R&B chick, for you I catch a vic' I know this sound sick, in my cell checking out your flicks You so hot, laid back on my cot You got a body that will never rot One love to Keyshia Cole, Ciara, Beyonce Alicia Keys, Rihanna You ladies stay on fire like ganja [9th Prince] Yo, Dear Mary J. Blige, what's the 411, hon? Like Wyclef warn me, somebody call 911 Besides going through the law library All I do is dream about you, reminisce about "Real Love" Off my convict crew, all I wanna do is be happy Congratulations, I heard you was married You deserve the best, my life tatted on your chest Nice firm breasts, make a thug wanna caress your flesh Ghetto queen wife, "No More Drama" in your life Alot of fights in prison, I gained stripes Take me as I am, you're a Superwoman like Karyn White I'm praying you get a divorce, so I can come Scoop you like a prince and a horse Be your knight in shining armor, like a thug in a bulletproof Porsche But for now, I got to end this letter, sincerely yours Send another kite next winter, I want to eat you out for dinner [Chorus] [9th Prince] Yo, what up Keyshia Cole? I love your old from the stroll The way you sing it so bold, a thug like me would never fold Like wine I get fine as I get old, I remember you was sent from heaven Protected by the seven, I'm just like you Almost got defeated, I should of had cheated if it was needed Luckily, I succeded, I like 'em light skin like Alicia Keys Or brownskin like Rihanna, smoking on ganja Long legs like Ciara, you promise your goodies sweet like cookies I wanna taste your nookie, the Granddaddy Flow is a pro, these other Cats is all rookies [Chorus]