[Intro: Beretta 9] + (girl)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, what up mira, what up mira?
(Get the f** off my arm, man)
Check it, check it out, right
This Beretta 9 from the k**army crew
What's up ma? Two TNT and I'm ripped (Si, eat it)
Yo, I love pretty birds, what's up
You rollin' with me? (Who the f** you callin' a bird?)
(All up in our chocha) Yo we don't eat dead birds, honey
[Beretta 9]
What up sweet thing? Lookin' like prom queen, e-b**h
Snake out our dough and do the same thing
But yo love, beat love to be loved, you got to make love
Slow jams, candles and sh**, word up
While she work it, curved dick, between her pink lips
Your girlfriends buggin' and sh**, check out her hips
Yo, the God must be slayin' it well, guaranteed
Broke it straight then, the virgin holograms, the misfits
Big a**, big tits, shorty was raised on grits
Tall gla**es of milk, her grandson was biscuits
But mad sh** she lack, like a girl, she react
Kings need queens, not no silly dingbats
Sugar and spice, but yo, you ain't that nice
Leave your a** 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 a** round like balloons
Chinky eyes I an*lyzed, took my time like an old man that's wise
I pushed up, what up bu*tercup?
Proper ebonics, the slang had her stuck
My j**ely was truck, from the moment I spoke
b**h 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: Dom Pachino]
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
[Dom Pachino]
Which way you going? I think we goin' that way too
Yo, where your friends at? Introduce them to my crew
Harmonize atheletic thighs had me hypnotized
To an*lyze and cease for a minute, before I advertised
A young a**, we used to cut cla**, smoke the greenest gra**
Back to 49 junior high, I was a bad a**
Bringin' heat to school, pattin' me down was the principal
Nothin' he would do, gettin' suspended was the usual
In the boy's bathroom, they in the vacant cla**room
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, s**in' her tits up in the schoolyard
Took her virginity in Catholic School Trinity
Promised that she'd be my first love to infinity
[Chorus 2X]
[Solomon Childs]
Yo, what the deal Miss Chocolate?
Donna Summers French twist, Gucci boots, cover girl body
'88, Diadora hotty, Mary J. Blige body, mahogany queen
Body rollin' round at a slow pace
Can't make glamour girl, this the softest place
Playin' with the coochie at the fireplace
Catch I, flicks and hundred dollar kicks, lingerie, red cherry
Kitty kats stickin' out the popcorn, shrimp and strawberries
Bubble baths and chocolate milk, candle lights after dark
Back shots, late nights in the park
Solomon Childs, good girl, you heard?
B.B. Conduct, crushin', forever crushin'
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Dom Pachino]
Let me holla at you, yeah, quick conversation
Yeah, yo